Dawn's whisper breaks the night's embrace,
A canvas of possibility unfurls with grace.
January's chill, a fleeting guest,
As Wednesday's promise puts doubt to rest.
Twenty-five years into this millennium's dance,
We stand at the cusp of a new day's chance.
Like seeds beneath the winter's shroud,
Our potential waits, silent yet proud.
In the tapestry of moments, we weave our mark,
Each thread a choice, from light to dark.
Let your spirit soar on innovation's breeze,
As we craft tomorrow with today's expertise.
So rise, dear dreamers, and greet the morn,
For in your minds, the future's born.
In unity we stand, in diversity we thrive,
On this canvas of time, let your colors come alive.