The world is vast, a canvas wide,
Endless skies where dreams reside.
You are the paint, the brush, the hand,
A force that shapes the shifting land.

Each breath you take, a star’s embrace,
Ancient fires, timeless grace.
With every step, you carve your way,
A mark that lingers, night and day.

Through the fabric of time you weave,
The future bends, the past believes.
Your will, a storm that moves the sea,
Echoes through realms where none can see.

You are the pulse, the heart, the spark,
A light that shatters endless dark.
In your soul, the universe does bend...
You are the start, and you are the end.