In the cradle of night, dreams softly weave,
Looming whispers promise what we shall achieve.
With stars as guides, the future gently calls,
A tapestry of hope, where no shadow falls.

Tomorrow waits with open arms, serene,
In the dawn’s light, a world yet to be seen.
Paths untrodden, mysteries to unfold,
In every moment, stories yet untold.

The whispering winds carry dreams anew,
A canvas blank, painted in morning’s hue.
With courage as our compass, we embrace,
The wonder of a day, a new time, a new place.

Though yesterday’s echoes may softly stray,
In the heart of tomorrow, we find our way.
With hope as our lantern, we’ll journey far,
Guided by the promise of each morning star.