In the gentle glow of morning’s light,
Awakening dreams take silent flight.
The world unfolds in colors bright,
As innocence dances, pure and white.

Through tangled woods of mystery,
Where echoes of the past decree,
We find the strength to journey free,
In the heart of who we’re meant to be.

Questions bloom like spring’s embrace,
In every shadow, a hidden place.
The path ahead, a whispered trace,
Guiding steps with tender grace.

In each heartbeat, a story untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold.
The coming of age, both fierce and bold,
A timeless tale in the young and old.