In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first light,
Lies the promise of strength, held gently in sight.
Amidst the storms that swirl and rage,
A calm resolve turns every page.
Hope blooms fresh, a steadfast guide,
Where shadows linger, yet dreams abide.
In each heartbeat, a song, a fervent call,
To rise with grace, though we might fall.
The stars above, in vast array,
Whisper of night’s end, the birth of day.
So hold the light, ever bright and near,
For in each moment, joy can appear.








Leave a comment