In the dawn of restless dreams,
Where whispers of the future call,
Adolescence dances on the seams,
Of childhood’s gentle, fading thrall.

A tapestry of vibrant hues,
Weaving stories yet untold,
Each moment blooms, a morning dew,
In youthful hands, the world unfolds.

Through storms of doubt and fleeting joy,
The heart learns songs of love and loss,
The soul, a canvas to employ,
In every shadow, light is glossed.

As twilight wraps its tender glow,
The echoes of a youthful flight,
Guide the spirit, brave and slow,
Towards the tapestry of night.