Dawn's whisper, a gentle embrace,
Awakens dreams from their slumber.
November's crisp air, a canvas of grace,
Paints possibilities without number.
Echoes of hope in each dewdrop gleam,
Reflecting courage in morning's light.
Let your spirit soar, let your soul beam,
As you rise to embrace what's bright.
In the symphony of this new day,
Your voice is the sweetest melody.
Step forth with pride, come what may,
For you are the author of your story.
So greet this morn with open arms,
Let joy be your guiding star.
For in you lies a world of charms,
And boundless strength to go far.