In the silent dawn of a new day’s start,
Whispers of change flutter in the air,
Hope blooms with the rising sun’s art,
Promising light in times of despair.

The winds of change sweep across the land,
Carrying dreams on their gentle wings,
With every step, we bravely stand,
Embracing the future, the hope it brings.

Through the storms and the darkest nights,
Hope remains a beacon, ever bright,
Guiding us with its unwavering light,
Through valleys of shadows, to peaks of delight.

Change molds us, like rivers shape stone,
And hope is the faith we hold deep within,
Together they lead us, never alone,
To a world reborn, where new dreams begin.