In the cradle of dawn, where whispers start,
Growth blooms quietly, within the heart.
Like tendrils reaching through the endless skies,
We find our wings, where courage lies.

Beneath the stars, in the silent night,
We weave our dreams, so soft and bright.
Each step a promise, each fall a guide,
In the dance of life, where paths collide.

Through seasons’ change, in sun and rain,
Growth nurtures strength, from joy to pain.
With every tear, a seed is sown,
In fields of hope, where love is grown.

As time unfolds its gentle hands,
We rise and learn, from distant lands.
Embrace the journey, let the spirit soar,
For growth is life, forevermore.