When morning dew kisses the tender grass,
And the sun hints at endless possibilities,
Youth stands at the threshold of dreams,
Heart alight with boundless curiosity.

With eyes that see beyond the horizon,
And feet that dance on paths unseen,
They chase after the fleeting whispers,
Of futures bright and yet to be.

In laughter, they find their courage,
In tears, their strength renewed,
Each moment a precious fragment,
Of a journey just begun, yet true.

So let the whispers guide their steps,
Through shadows and radiant beams,
For youth is a fleeting treasure,
A symphony of hopes and dreams.