In the quiet dawn, promises softly bloom,
Whispers of hope in the morning’s gentle rise,
Bound by dreams that weave through the gloom,
Carved in the heart where eternity lies.

Beneath the stars, secrets unfold,
Promises like constellations in the night,
Guiding paths, stories untold,
In their glow, futures burn bright.

Through the storms, unwavering they stand,
Promises like anchors in the deep,
Holding fast with a steady hand,
In their strength, our souls find sleep.

At the dusk, when the world fades away,
Promises linger, a gentle embrace,
In their warmth, we find our way,
A timeless echo, a lasting trace.