Dawn's whisper breaks the slumber's spell,
A Monday canvas, stories to tell.
February's breath, a gentle breeze,
Awakens dreams with graceful ease.
Twenty-five years have danced and twirled,
Since the millennium unfurled.
Yet here we stand, in strength renewed,
Our spirits bright, our hearts imbued.
Like petals opening to the light,
We stretch our minds to new heights.
Each moment a seed of potential sown,
In fertile soil of courage grown.
So rise, dear souls, with hope's embrace,
This day's a gift, a sacred space.
Let kindness be your guiding star,
And love's light reach both near and far.
XENSORIA's dawn, a tapestry bright,
Woven with threads of pure delight.
Embrace this day, let your spirit soar,
For wonders wait behind each door.