In the quiet dawn, they awaken,
Dreams woven in the fabric of night,
The sons of tomorrow, hearts unshaken,
Guided by the first morning light.

Through fields of hope, they wander free,
With eyes that gleam with life’s embrace,
Each step a promise, a destiny,
In the vast expanse of endless space.

The winds of change whisper their names,
In a chorus of courage, strong and bright,
With every breath, they fan the flames,
Of a world reborn in the morning light.

Together they forge paths unknown,
Building bridges with hands so bold,
The sons of tomorrow, seeds they’ve sown,
In stories of the future, yet untold.