In the quiet dawn of morning’s light,
Hopes and dreams take gentle flight.
The world awakens with a sigh,
As expectations reach the sky.

Through the mist of waking hours,
We chase ambitions, like blooming flowers.
Every step, a whispered promise,
Of futures bright, and hearts honest.

Shadows dance in fleeting grace,
As aspirations find their place.
Bound by threads of tender dreams,
We weave our lives in flowing streams.

Yet in the silence, softly spoken,
Lies the truth of dreams unbroken.
For in the heart’s quiet reflection,
Lives the echo of our expectation.