In the cradle of dawn, the past gently fades, Leaving whispers of shadows in its wake; A new horizon stretches, wild and vast, Where dreams unfurl like tendrils from the break. With each step forward, we shed the old skins, Winds of change whisper secrets to our stride; Stars align on paths yet undiscovered, Guiding us to futures bright and untied. The heart beats to rhythms of what’s to come, A symphony of hopes and skies unknown; Though the past holds echoes, soft and sweet, The future calls, a melody our own.