In the gentle sway of morning light,
Peace whispers through the golden fields,
A symphony of calm takes flight,
As hope in every heart it yields.

Beneath the canopy of azure skies,
Dreams woven in the softest threads,
Where every sorrow quietly lies,
And every fear gently sheds.

The rivers sing of future days,
Winding through the hills of time,
Carrying whispers in their ways,
Of hope’s relentless, gentle climb.

So in each dawn that breaks anew,
A promise in the morning’s glow,
Peace and hope, like morning dew,
Embrace the earth and softly grow.