In the quiet of the breaking morn,
Lies a world reborn with gentle light,
Whispers of a future yet to form,
Guided by stars in the endless night.

Through shadows of uncertain paths,
Hope dances on the edge of dreams,
Painting skies with vibrant hues,
As the heart of tomorrow gently gleams.

The seeds of change in fertile ground,
Nurtured by hands of time and grace,
Grow stronger with each passing day,
In the warm embrace of a hopeful place.

Let us walk with courage in our stride,
Towards horizons wide and bright,
For in the whispering dawn we find,
The promise of a future wrapped in light.