In the gentle whispers of the morning light,Where dreams dissolve into the dawn,Lies a well of quiet strength unseen,A source of hope to lean upon.
When shadows stretch across the day,And storms gather in the sky,We find within a steady flame,A beacon that refuses to die.
Through the tangled paths of life,In every stumble, every fall,Resilience blooms like wildflowers,In the silent echoes of our call.
In the arms of nature’s embrace,Or the warmth of a loved one’s smile,Strength emerges from the simple things,Guiding us through every trial.