In the quiet corners of our hearts,
A spark ignites, a gentle art,
Through shadows cast by doubt and fear,
A talent blooms, a vision clear.

Like whispers on the evening breeze,
It dances forth with graceful ease,
A melody of dreams untold,
In every heart, a story bold.

Beneath the stars, the world unfolds,
A canvas wide, with hues of gold,
Our gifts, like constellations bright,
Illuminate the darkest night.

So let us cherish, nurture, grow,
These seeds of light we come to know,
For in our talents, we shall find,
The endless beauty of the mind.