In the quiet dawn, light softly awakes,
Casting dreams upon the sleeping earth,
A gentle promise, the night forsakes,
Bringing warmth, and a chance for rebirth.

Hope dances in the morning’s gentle glow,
Embracing shadows with tender grace,
In every corner where the heart may go,
Light weaves its wonders, a soft embrace.

Through the darkest hours, faith remains bright,
Guiding each step with a whispering song,
In the tapestry of day and night,
Hope threads its way, unwavering and strong.

As the sun sets, painting skies anew,
Hope lingers, in stars’ eternal gleam,
A constant beacon, steadfast and true,
Lighting the path of every dream.