Dawn's whisper paints the sky anew,
A canvas of hope, in hues of blue.
Friday's promise, a gentle breeze,
January's end, a time to seize.
Twenty-five years have danced and twirled,
As dreams and stars around us swirled.
XENSORIA's light, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through day and night.
Embrace this morn, let spirits soar,
Like petals opening to explore.
Each moment a gift, unwrapped with care,
A treasure of joy for all to share.
So rise and shine, dear hearts of gold,
Let your stories today be told.
In this tapestry of life so grand,
You're the artist, brush in hand.
Rise and Shine @ Friday, January 31st