Dawn breaks on this January morn,
As twenty-five greets us with arms unfurled,
A Monday canvas, freshly born,
Inviting us to paint our world.
Frost-kissed whispers of winter's embrace,
Linger on the threshold of change,
As sunbeams dance with ethereal grace,
Across a sky of infinite range.
Let your dreams take flight on gossamer wings,
Soaring high above slumbering streets,
Where possibility eternally springs,
And each moment with wonder greets.
In this tapestry of time we weave,
Our stories bright as morning dew,
With every breath, let your heart believe,
In the magic that resides in you.
So rise, dear souls, to meet this day,
Let your spirit shine, unfettered and free,
For in each sunrise, there's a way,
To become all you're meant to be.