In the hush of dawn, they gather their dreams,
With hope-laden eyes and weary seams.
Across the lands, where horizons meet,
They tread softly on uncharted streets.

The ocean whispers tales of the past,
Of those who dared, with sails full-mast.
Through storms and sun, they carve their way,
Chasing the promise of a brighter day.

Mountains stand tall, yet they do not deter,
For the spirit is strong, and the heart astir.
In foreign lands, they plant their seeds,
Nurtured by courage, fulfilling needs.

Under the same stars, they find their place,
A tapestry woven with threads of grace.
In unity and strength, their stories unite,
A mosaic of dreams, in the endless night.