In the gentle rustle of the morning breeze,
Lies a promise of peace, tender and true.
Soft whispers of hope dance in the trees,
Guiding hearts to skies of endless blue.
Golden rays paint paths through the night,
Chasing shadows with a gentle grace.
Hope unfurls its wings, ready for flight,
Carving dreams in the vast, open space.
Amidst the chaos, a stillness grows,
A silent song that calls to the soul.
In unity, a quiet strength flows,
Binding the world into a single whole.
Tomorrowâs dawn holds a gentle light,
A canvas of dreams yet to unfold.
In every heart, a spark ignites,
A tapestry of peace, woven in gold.