In the quiet whispers of the night,
A spark ignites within the heart,
Unseen by mortal eyes, it shines,
A talent waiting to leave its mark.

Like a river carving through the stone,
It flows with grace, unbound, unknown,
A melody that yearns to be heard,
A silent symphony in every word.

Though shadows may conceal its glow,
The gift persists, it will not slow,
For in each soul, a treasure lies,
Awaiting dawn to rise, to fly.

So let your spirit dance and sing,
Embrace the talent that you bring,
Unveil the gift, let it be known,
For in your heart, true talent’s grown.