Beneath the stars that softly gleam,
Lies a path where dreams convene,
Each step echoes a silent scheme,
In the heart of those unseen.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit soars, refusing to die,
With every fall, a lesson learned,
In the forge of hope, success is earned.

Upon the horizon, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through endless night,
With courage as their guiding light,
They carve their way to morning’s sight.

In whispers of the gentle breeze,
Lies the story of victories seized,
For in the journey, not the end,
True success and dreams transcend.