Dawn's whisper breaks the slumber's spell,
As February's fourth day begins to swell.
Twenty-twenty-five unfolds its wings,
A Tuesday filled with promise sings.
Gentle rays paint the sky's canvas,
A masterpiece of hope, vast and endless.
Like petals unfurling to the sun's embrace,
Our spirits bloom with newfound grace.
Each moment, a pearl on time's grand string,
Invites us to dance, to soar, to sing.
In the tapestry of life, we weave our part,
With threads of courage, love, and art.
So rise, dear souls, to greet this morn,
For in your hearts, new dreams are born.
Embrace the day with open arms,
And let your light dispel all harms.
For in this world of endless wonder,
We are the lightning, we are the thunder.
With each breath, we craft our story,
In this moment's fleeting glory.
Good morning, world! Let joy prevail,
As we set forth on today's trail.
In unity, in strength, in love's sweet song,
We greet this day, where we belong.