In the quiet of the monastery's embrace,
Four souls gather, finding solace and grace.
Their stories whispered on ancient stone walls,
Echoing tales of triumphs and falls.
Through laughter and tears, they find their way,
Bound by a bond that knows no dismay.
For in this moment, beneath the sky's hue,
They're reminded, like me and you,
That we're all humans, in this grand design,
Seeking solace, our purpose to define.
