In the quiet shadow of the dawn,
Dreams whisper of what might be,
Hopes wrapped in golden threads,
Awaiting the light, yearning to see.

Expectations rise with the sun,
Casting shadows long and lean,
Each step forward, a silent prayer,
For the unseen, the yet-to-be-seen.

The heart beats with a fervent wish,
For a future bright and kind,
Yet in these dreams, a gentle fear,
Of what reality might find.

Amidst the weight of what we seek,
Lies the beauty of the unknown,
In every hope, a seed of strength,
To face the world, to stand alone.