Dawn's whisper breaks the silent night,
A Thursday canvas, fresh and bright.
February's sixth, two-zero-two-five,
Nature's symphony comes alive.
Gentle rays paint the sky anew,
A masterpiece of golden hue.
Dewdrops glisten like scattered stars,
On petals, leaves, and window bars.
Rise, dear souls, to greet this morn,
A day of promise has been born.
Let hope unfurl like budding flowers,
Embracing life's most precious hours.
In XENSORIA's warm embrace,
Find strength to run your unique race.
With dreams as vast as open skies,
Let your spirit soar and rise.
This Thursday holds a special key,
To unlock joy and set hearts free.
So breathe in deep, let worries fade,
And dance in light this day has made.