In the whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies the essence of youthful dreams,
Unfolding tales of hope and light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

With hearts unburdened by the past,
They dance in fields of emerald grass,
Chasing horizons far and wide,
With courage as their only guide.

The world reflects in their eager eyes,
A tapestry of endless skies,
Where visions soar beyond the stars,
And peace heals all the scars.

In unity, their voices rise,
Crafting futures, wise and wise,
For in the hands of youth today,
Lies the promise of a brighter day.