Dawn's whisper breaks the silent night,
A canvas of hope, pure and bright.
February's chill, a gentle embrace,
As winter's tale nears its final page.
Soft rays paint the sky's vast dome,
A masterpiece, our shared home.
Each moment, a gift unwrapped,
In Saturday's promise, we're enrapt.
Like seeds beneath the frosty ground,
Our dreams, though hidden, are sound.
They wait for spring's warm caress,
To bloom in vibrant loveliness.
So rise, dear souls, with hearts aglow,
Embrace the day's ebb and flow.
For in each breath, each step we take,
A brighter future, we awake.
XENSORIA's light shines clear and true,
A beacon of hope for me and you.
In unity, we greet this morn,
A new world of possibilities born.