In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
A tender whisper calls to the heart,
Promising light beyond the shade,
A new beginning, a fresh start.

Through the stormy nights and endless rain,
Hope blooms quietly, unseen, unheard,
Like a gentle balm for every pain,
A soothing song, a whispered word.

In the tapestry of life it weaves,
Bright threads of dreams and endless skies,
Binding wounds, as the spirit believes,
In the promise of sunrises.

Beyond the horizon, where dreams reside,
Hope guides us with unwavering light,
Through life’s tumultuous, endless tide,
A beacon shining through the night.