In the quiet hush of morning’s breath,
Where dreams linger, softly spun,
A whisper of hope, beyond night’s death,
Beckons with the rising sun.

Through valleys deep, where shadows play,
The heart seeks light in every hue,
Trusting the dawn to guide the way,
Painting skies in brilliant blue.

Leaves of gold in autumn’s hand,
Promise rebirth beneath the frost,
A cycle renewed, a life unplanned,
Found in what was thought lost.

So hold to hope, in tender grace,
As stars emerge in twilight’s seam,
For in every heart’s sacred space,
Lies the courage to dream.