In the mist of morning’s birth,
Where dreams and hopes entwine,
The future whispers softly,
Of paths we are yet to find.

Beneath the skies of endless blue,
We trace the steps unknown,
With hearts alight and spirits free,
Towards the seeds we’ve sown.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our courage leads the way,
With every dawn that breaks anew,
We greet a brighter day.

The future calls with gentle voice,
A song of what could be,
In every breath, in every choice,
We craft our destiny.