In the cradle of dawn’s gentle light,
Freedom whispers in the rustling leaves,
A promise of journeys yet untold,
Where the heart seeks and the spirit believes.

The chains of yesterday fall away,
Like shadows retreating from the sun,
In open fields, the soul dances free,
To the melody of dreams begun.

Across the horizon, the winds carry tales,
Of lands unexplored and skies uncharted,
With courage as the compass true,
Every step forward, though timidly started.

In the symphony of life unconfined,
Freedom’s voice is a song eternal,
A whisper that ignites the soul’s fire,
In the heart of every wanderer, infernal.