In the quiet of the morning’s grace,
A voice whispers through the trees,
Of choices made, a sacred space,
Where hearts and minds find their ease.

Across the fields of doubt and fear,
Courage stands with gentle might,
The power to choose, so crystal clear,
A beacon shining in the night.

Each path is carved with tender care,
By those who walk the silent road,
Their stories woven in the air,
A tapestry of strength bestowed.

So let us honor every voice,
In harmony, let freedom ring,
Embrace the beauty of each choice,
The song of life that we all sing.