In the golden glow of morning’s first light,
Dreams are woven with threads of hope,
A dance of laughter on the edge of night,
In endless possibilities, we cope.

Whispers of secrets in the schoolyard air,
Where friendships bloom and sometimes fade,
A tapestry woven with tender care,
In the vibrant colors that youth has made.

The turning tide of emotions untamed,
Like waves crashing on the shores of time,
In the heart’s deep chambers, love is proclaimed,
Through the rhythm of an unending rhyme.

A journey marked by discovery’s grace,
Where each day is a chapter unknown,
In the mirror, we search for our place,
As the seeds of tomorrow are sown.