In the cradle of the night, dreams softly weave,
Tapestries of tomorrows yet unseen,
Stars whisper secrets to the hopeful heart,
As the world spins on its silent course.
Horizons stretch wide with golden light,
Promises painted in hues of dawn,
Each step taken towards the growing sun,
A testament to dreams yet to be born.
The winds carry wishes on their gentle wings,
Echoing the desires of a thousand souls,
Future dreams dance upon the edge of time,
Waiting for the embrace of realityâs hand.
Beneath the canopy of a vast, endless sky,
Hearts beat to the rhythm of infinite hope,
In the quiet moments, visions take flight,
Guiding us through the labyrinth of life.