In the quiet dawn of uncertainty,
Hope whispers through the morning mist,
Promises of new beginnings,
In the heart’s tender twist.

Each shadow dances with a dream,
A vision of what could be,
The world, a canvas yet unfinished,
Painted with possibility.

Through storms and darkest nights,
Hope’s lantern softly gleams,
Guiding weary souls forward,
Toward the light of their dreams.

In the symphony of life’s unfolding,
Hope’s melody remains clear,
A reminder with each heartbeat,
That brighter days are near.