In the quiet of the dawn, a whisper sings,
A melody of dreams, of endless springs.
Where shadows fade, and light begins to play,
We find the courage to face another day.

Hope, a gentle touch upon the weary soul,
A beacon bright, guiding towards a goal.
In the darkest hours, it softly shines,
Weaving through the heart, in tender lines.

With every sunrise, a promise new,
A chance to start, to see the world anew.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Hope remains, a truth deeply sought.

So hold on tight to this fragile thread,
Let it lead through paths yet to be tread.
For in hope’s embrace, we find our way,
To brighter tomorrows and a brighter day.