In the silence of the morning light,
Where dreams and dawn collide,
We find the seeds of our delight,
In the soil of time, they bide.

With every ray of sun that falls,
And every drop of rain that graces,
We stretch beyond our youthful walls,
To find our destined places.

Through storms and trials we must tread,
Though paths are oft obscure,
With roots of strength and leaves widespread,
Our spirits shall endure.

For in the gentle art of growing,
Lies a beauty pure and deep,
A journey endless, ever-flowing,
To dreams we hold and keep.