In the hush before the morning’s light,
Whispers of tomorrow softly call,
A promise cloaked in gentle night,
Where dreams and hopes entwine and fall.

The stars paint paths of future skies,
Guiding hearts toward unseen shores,
Where every dawn a new surprise,
Unfolds the dreams that life restores.

In shadows cast by yesterday,
The light of what is yet to be,
Emerges in the break of day,
To set the boundless spirit free.

So let us greet the coming morn,
With open arms and eyes alight,
For in each breath a world is born,
A canvas fresh, a sky so bright.