Procession
In stillness or travel, we stride.
Each step we take, a part of the dance,
In the grand procession, we find our chance.
In one place or many, we seek our way,
Marking time, making history’s clay.
Through paths unknown or familiar lands,
We carve our story with our own hands.
In the tapestry of time, we find our thread,
In this journey of life, by heart we’re led.
Finding our place, in moments we see,
A part of the whole, in harmony.