Whispers of Tomorrow

In the quiet of the night, they softly bloom,

Dreams unfurling in the starlit gloom,

With tender wings, they take their flight,

Whispers of tomorrow in the still of night.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

They climb the peaks, they touch the sky,

Each heartbeat echoes with a distant call,

To rise, to reach, to never fall.

A spark within, a burning flame,

A silent wish that speaks my name,

In every breath, in every sigh,

Dreams and aspirations fly.

They paint the world in colors bold,

With stories yet to be told,

A canvas vast, a sky so wide,

Where hopes and fears both collide.

And though the path may twist and turn,

With lessons hard and bridges to burn,

I'll chase these dreams with all my might,

Guided by their gentle light.

For in the depths of night they rise,

Dreams and aspirations, in disguise,

And when the dawn breaks, soft and true,

They lead me to the life I knew.