In the tapestry of dawn, a new thread weaves,
September's whisper, a gentle reprieve.
Courage blooms like wildflowers in the field,
Each petal a story, waiting to be revealed.
Mountains of doubt, once looming tall,
Now pebbles beneath your feet, no longer enthrall.
Your spirit, a river carving its path,
Flows with purpose, free from wrath.
In the garden of your mind, ideas take flight,
Butterflies of inspiration, a colorful sight.
Nurture them gently, let them grow,
For in your hands, miracles can show.
As you step into this day anew,
Remember the strength that resides in you.
Like a lighthouse guiding ships to shore,
Your inner light has so much more in store.
So rise, dear soul, with hope's embrace,
And paint your world with joy and grace.
For in this moment, fresh and bright,
You hold the brush to make things right.