As the clock ticks toward a hopeful morn,
The night sky shimmers with dreams reborn.
In the hush before the sun’s first light,
We cast away shadows of the night.

With each chime, a promise softly sways,
In the gentle embrace of new days.
Hope unfurls like petals in the breeze,
Carrying whispers through ancient trees.

Footprints of past dance in the sand,
Washed by waves of time’s gentle hand.
Resolutions carved in fleeting mist,
A vow that tomorrow will persist.

Through the veil of night, horizons gleam,
In the heart of silence, we dream.
With courage as our guiding star,
We embrace the dawn and what we are.