In the quiet corners of the mind,
Lies a spark, a hidden flame,
A gift that waits, so rare to find,
Yet whispers softly its name.

Through trials and tribulations it grows,
Nourished by dreams and endless night,
A seed of promise, silently sows,
Seeking the dawn’s first light.

With every beat, every fall,
It learns to dance, to rise,
A melody in the endless hall,
Of life’s vast, open skies.

Talent, a gift divine,
Shines through the darkest days,
A beacon, a hopeful sign,
Guiding us through the maze.