In the silent whispers of the night, I find
A spark of hope that softly shines so bright.
Through shadows deep and endless fright,
A promise of a new day’s light.

The future’s canvas, blank and wide,
Awaits the colors we’ll provide.
With every stroke, our dreams collide,
To craft a world where hope resides.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
Each lesson learned, a treasure sought.
In every heart, a seed is caught,
To grow a future, fear distraught.

So let us rise with morning’s glow,
Embrace the path where dreams will flow.
For in our hearts, we surely know,
The future’s hope begins to grow.