In the quiet of the night, dreams softly weave,
A tapestry of hope, for those who believe.
The stars above, like beacons, guide the way,
Whispering promises of a brighter day.

The moonlight dances on the dewy grass,
Reflecting hopes that darkness will pass.
Each shadow cast, a fleeting test,
Of our resolve, to strive for the best.

Every sunrise paints the sky with hues,
Of endless possibilities, and paths to choose.
Hope blooms like flowers in the morning light,
Inviting us to chase our dreams, take flight.

So hold on tight, through the stormy weather,
For hope and courage walk hand in hand, together.
The promise of tomorrow, a guiding star,
Reminding us, no dream is ever too far.