In the quiet whispers of dawn,
I find strength in gentle light,
Each moment a step reborn,
Towards a future burning bright.
Leaves rustle in the autumn breeze,
Shedding doubts like falling rain,
Roots dig deeper beneath the trees,
Nurturing resilience from pain.
Through storms and gentle streams,
I carve paths with steady hands,
Dreams woven in twilight beams,
Guided by the heart’s commands.
In the mirror of timeâs embrace,
I see a soul that dares to soar,
With every scar a sacred trace,
A testament to growth and more.