In the quiet hours before the dawn,Where dreams are woven and fears are gone,The seeds of effort silently sown,Grow into triumphs brightly shown.Through sweat and toil beneath the sun,Each step a victory, each battle won,With every challenge bravely faced,The path to glory firmly traced.Amidst the storms and endless nights,The heart finds strength, the spirit ignites,In every setback, a lesson learned,In every failure, a fire burned.And when the summit is finally near,With eyes alight and vision clear,The fruits of labor, sweet and pure,Are the rewards of those who endure.