In the quiet morn before the dawn,
Footsteps trace paths yet unknown.
A heart whispers secrets to the skies,
Dreams wrapped in the morning’s gentle sighs.

Farewell to shadows that once stood near,
Echoes of laughter, of joy, and of tears.
The road unfurls like a scroll untold,
In its embrace, futures unfold.

Mountains rise to kiss the cerulean dome,
Valleys cradle the whispers of home.
Each step forward, a story anew,
In the dance of leaves, a promise true.

Stars guide the way through night’s tender shroud,
Guiding souls under heaven’s proud.
In the journey’s end, a new light gleams,
A tapestry woven with hopes and dreams.