In the quiet of the morning’s light,
I chart the course of my dreams,
With hope as my guiding star,
I walk the path unseen.

Each step, a whisper of courage,
As I climb the mountains high,
Through valleys of doubt and shadows,
My spirit learns to fly.

The journey is my teacher,
With lessons rich and deep,
Goals in life, a beacon bright,
Though the climb may be steep.

And when I reach the summit,
With dreams held in my hands,
I’ll know the path was worth it,
For I followed life’s grand plans.