In the quiet whispers of the night,
Dreams take flight to distant lands,
Where hopes are woven with golden light,
And futures rest in gentle hands.

Upon the canvas of the mind,
Goals are painted in vivid hues,
With every stroke, a path we find,
Leading to skies of endless blues.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We tread on roads of winding fate,
With courage as our guiding sky,
We chase the dreams we cultivate.

In the dance of stars above,
We find our place, our destined role,
For life’s a journey, a tale of love,
Where dreams and goals make us whole.