In the quiet dawn foundations take their stand,
Ground embraced in a mortar mix as life’s blueprint is planned.
Birth echoes in each cornerstone’s embrace,
A home begins and a life takes its first grace.

Walls ascend like childhood’s lively hum,
Rooms expanding, like a newborn’s kingdom come.
The first floor, a cradle of joyous mirth,
A dance of dreams and a celebration of birth.

Upon the second floor, beams intertwine,
An echo of maturity of life’s design.
Adulthood’s corridors and spaces unfold,
Responsibilities woven in timbers bold.

Weathered timbers on the third floor stand,
A testament to time like an elder’s hand.
Memories etched in grains as in stories of old,
Wisdom’s sanctuary is where the heart takes hold.

The rooftop view is the canvas of the sky,
Where dreams ascend and mortal lives untie.
A realm beyond, where mysteries unfurl,
The afterlife, the beyond, life’s final swirl.

In each nail’s tap and each beam’s caress,
A life’s tale woven deep in this address.
From foundation to rooftop, this journey is profound,
A poem of construction, where life is bound.