In the quiet whispers of dawn,
I find the seeds of who I am,
A journey carved by time’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and spirits rise.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Each step a story, each breath a song,
I gather strength from whispered winds,
And learn to see beyond the storm.

With every fall, a lesson blooms,
In the soil of dreams, I plant my roots,
The sun of hope, the rain of tears,
Nurturing growth through passing years.

In the reflection of the stars,
I find the courage to embrace the night,
For in the darkness, I discover light,
The endless journey of becoming me.