In the quiet moments of the night,
I dream of days yet to unfold,
Where hopes are bright and spirits light,
In futures brimming, brave and bold.

A house upon a hill, serene,
With windows wide to let in light,
A garden that is always green,
Where every dawn brings new delight.

With loved ones near, their laughter clear,
We journey through both thick and thin,
Building memories, year by year,
With joy and love, our hearts akin.

So here’s to dreams that guide our way,
To futures painted with our hands,
We’ll cherish every golden day,
In this, our promised, fertile lands.