In the quiet hush of morning’s light,
I hear a whisper, soft and slight,
It speaks of dreams and distant lands,
Carried gently by unseen hands.

Your eyes, a mirror to the stars,
Reflecting hopes from near and far,
In every glance, a story told,
Of mysteries waiting to unfold.

With every step, a path you pave,
Through forests deep and oceans brave,
A guiding light in times of night,
A beacon shining ever bright.

And though the winds may sometimes change,
Your spirit’s strength will never wane,
For in your heart, a fire lies,
A flame that reaches to the skies.