In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Hope lingers, softly drawn,
A gentle touch upon the soul,
Guiding hearts to feel whole.

Through shadows that dance and play,
Hope paints skies in hues of day,
A promise that tomorrow holds,
Stories yet to be told.

In the laughter of the breeze,
Hope finds a way to tease,
With every step, a chance to grow,
A path where dreams can flow.

As stars adorn the evening’s grace,
Hope shines, a tender embrace,
Forever constant, never gone,
In every heart, a new dawn.