In the cradle of morning light, we rise,
Seeds of dreams planted in fertile ground,
Nurtured by whispers of wind and rain,
Reaching for skies that know no bounds.
In the heart of each unfolding leaf,
Stories of growth quietly unfold,
Through seasons that dance in gentle waves,
A tapestry of change, vibrant and bold.
With every step on this winding path,
Lessons of patience softly bloom,
In shadows and sunlight, we find our way,
Transforming silence into a living room.
Embrace the whispers of time’s embrace,
For in the journey, we find our grace,
Through hills and valleys, we learn to see,
The endless beauty of becoming free.