In shadows of the past we tread,
Where echoes of old dreams reside.
Yet through the night, a light is shed,
Guiding us to where hopes abide.

The whisper of a gentle breeze,
Carries tales of what can be.
Leaves of change rustle through trees,
Unfolding paths for us to see.

With every step, the earth renews,
The sky unfolds its canvas wide.
Colors blend in vibrant hues,
A testament to life’s endless tide.

So let us rise and greet the morn,
With hearts unburdened, spirits free.
In every ending, we’re reborn,
To write our own new destiny.