In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance and dreams alight,
There blooms a seed of radiant glow,
A promise of what we’ll soon know.

Through storms and clouds, it holds its place,
A beacon in the darkest space,
With every dawn, it gently sings,
Of brighter days and hopeful things.

When hearts are heavy, laden with sorrow,
It whispers softly of tomorrow,
Reminding us that after rain,
The sun will surely rise again.

So hold on tight, to hope so dear,
Let it banish every fear,
For in its light, we’ll find our way,
To a brighter, better day.