In the gentle breath of morning’s light,
A whisper calls, the dawn’s embrace,
Promising new paths and endless flight,
A world reborn, a sacred space.

The shadows fade as dreams ignite,
With courage found in tender breeze,
Each step a dance towards the bright,
Where heart and hope find sweet release.

As seasons change with quiet grace,
The soul adapts, a river’s flow,
Embracing all, the time and place,
To grow, to learn, to gently glow.

So take the hand of morning’s call,
With eyes alight and spirits high,
Embrace the change, let fears be small,
For in new beginnings, we touch the sky.