In the quiet whisper of the morning light,
Lies a promise softly spoken,
A gentle nudge to restless souls,
Guiding them towards unbroken dreams.

Amidst the shadows of the longest night,
Hope emerges like a tender bloom,
Painting the skies with vibrant hues,
Reminding hearts of the endless dawn.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Its light persists, a steadfast guide,
Igniting courage in weary hearts,
Breathing life into forgotten paths.

So let us hold this beacon close,
As we tread the winding road ahead,
For in its glow, we find our strength,
And dreams reborn in hope’s embrace.