In the twilight’s gentle glow,
Whispers of hope begin to grow.
Through the shadows, faint and dim,
Flickers of dreams softly swim.

The night may seem so long and cold,
Yet stars above, stories unfold.
Each twinkle a promise, a silent cheer,
Guiding the lost, dispelling fear.

Dawn is but a moment away,
Bringing light to where shadows play.
Embrace the morning’s tender grace,
And let hope’s warmth fill every space.

For even in the darkest night,
Hope remains a steadfast light.
A beacon in the vast unknown,
A reminder we’re never alone.