In the silent whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and fade away,
A seed of hope begins to spawn,
Embracing the promise of a new day.
Leaves unfurl in gentle grace,
Reaching for the sunlit skies,
Each moment a step, a sacred pace,
Towards the dreams that never die.
The river flows, ever bold and free,
Carving paths through stone and sand,
A testament to what can be,
When courage leads us by the hand.
In the heart of change lies silent strength,
A journey marked by love and tears,
For in each ending, new beginnings length,
And growth becomes the gift of years.