• In hands they slide, a moment's quiet creed,
• Beads of reflection, guide every deed.
• Each bead a thought, a hope, a memory tight,
• Bound by life's thread, they shimmer in soft light.
• Echoes of thoughts, in still moments heard,
• Whispers of dreams, in every word.
• Journeying inward, a rhythm, a rhyme.
• A string of stories, each bead holds a tale,
• Moments of joy, wind's shift in the sail.
• Infinite tales, in finite beads thread,
• Voices of hearts, through ages they've led.
• Through beads we seek, the wisdom of old,
• Glimpses of tales, silently told.
• Life's fleeting dance, a bead's gentle slide,
• Capturing essence, where secrets reside.
• Moments in hands, past and foreseen,
• The string of existence, forever a dream.