In the quiet hush before the morningâs call,
Where shadows dance and dreams softly fall,
Lies the seed of purpose waiting to bloom,
A silent promise dispelling the gloom.
The sun rises with a golden hue,
Awakening hearts to what is true,
Guiding footsteps on paths unknown,
In the light of day, we find our own.
Through trials and triumphs, we learn and grow,
In every moment, purpose we sow,
Embracing the journey with open hearts,
Where every ending is where it starts.
In the whispers of the wind, we hear,
A gentle reminder, purpose is near,
In the tapestry of life, intricately spun,
Our purpose shines like the morning sun.