In the quiet night where the moonlight glows,
Dreams become whispers, soft as the breeze,
Guiding the heart where hope forever flows,
To lands unknown beyond the towering trees.

Among the stars, ambitions brightly gleam,
Each one a beacon, lighting paths anew,
Chasing the dawn, the sky becomes the dream,
A canvas painted with a hopeful hue.

With every step, the journey finds its form,
Through valleys deep and mountains high and bold,
The spirit soars above the fiercest storm,
Embracing goals with courage manifold.

In dreams we find the seeds of future’s grace,
A symphony of visions intertwined,
Guiding us gently to that cherished place,
Where dreams fulfilled leave no heart left behind.