In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
A tapestry of dreams begins to weave,
Threads of gold and silver, gently laid,
Whispering promises that we believe.

The horizon sings a song of endless skies,
Where every star holds a secret bright,
Hope rises like the sun, as darkness dies,
Painting the world with new morning light.

Rivers of time flow with gentle grace,
Carrying visions of what yet may be,
In every heart, a sacred, tender place,
Where hope plants seeds of eternity.

So let us walk with courage in our stride,
Embrace the dreams that beckon us near,
For in our hearts, where endless hopes abide,
Lies the future, untainted by fear.