In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows weave their tales of yore,
A whispering breeze hints at the light,
That promises dreams will soar.

The morning sun, a golden hue,
Breaks through the veil of despair,
Painting skies with hope anew,
A reminder that joy is everywhere.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our spirits rise with every climb,
The stars above, they guide the sky,
A testament to endless time.

So hold on tight to hope’s embrace,
Let optimism lead the way,
For in our hearts, there’s endless space,
Where dreams and light forever stay.