A child's cry splits the midnight air,
shattered glass, the scent of despair.
The streets once humming with songs and trade
now echo with the ghosts war has made.

The sky is bruised, blackened with flame,
a mother wails, calls out a name.
But silence swallows, dust and stone,
a city turned to blood and bone.

Where laughter danced in alleyways,
now sorrow clings to broken days.
Olive trees, once kissed by light,
stand charred and twisted in the night.

A father kneels by what remains,
hands trembling, whispering names.
His house is gone, his hands hold air,
his heart beats on, though nothing's there.

The sea still sways, the tide still turns,
though every home in darkness burns.
The stars look down, they do not weep,
while children lie in dreamless sleep.

A schoolyard once alive with play
now pools with tears at break of day.
The market stalls, the sacred ground,
all crumbled now, no voices sound.

Yet even here, amid the ash,
hope still flickers, whispers past.
A mother lifts her weary hand,
plants a seed in stolen land.

For one day, when the guns are gone,
when war's dark shadow meets the dawn.
This earth will bloom, this land will rise,
and peace will shine in children's eyes.

All the hidden wounds will heal one day,
like whispers lost in morning's ray.
The silent ache, the uncried tears,
will vanish with the passing years.

The scars will fade, their stories dim,
like echoes sung in twilight's hymn.
No longer will the past hold tight,
for love will bathe you in its light.

The pain will bow, then take its leave,
no longer shadows heave and weave.
No longer storms will haunt your skies,
but gentle dawns with golden eyes.

And happiness, so soft, so true,
will bloom within, will dance with you.
A guest no more, but home to stay,
to paint your heart in hues of May.

For you were made for love alone,
not endless nights of ache and stone.
Your heart was shaped by hands divine,
a sacred place where stars align.

So hush, dear soul, the time will come
when sorrow sings its final drum.
And love will stand, arms open wide,
to claim its place, forever inside.

(Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's words)

Write it on your heart, a golden decree,
Each day a jewel, let it glimmer free.
The dawn unfolds with a sacred hue,
A canvas untouched, awash in dew.

The sun ascends, a celestial flame,
Whispering softly, "Today is your name."
No yesterdays linger, no tomorrows plead,
This moment is yours, the soul's only need.

Banish the shadows of fear and regret,
Each breath a promise you've yet to forget.
The world awakens, in chorus it sings,
A hymn of new chances, the joy it brings.

Feel the pulse of life in the morning air,
A love letter waiting, beyond compare.
The trees bend low, their wisdom to share,
"Seize this day; hold it tender, with care."

For every hour is a gift divine,
A chalice of nectar, ambrosial wine.
Drink deeply, dear soul, and let it bestow
The courage to thrive, the freedom to grow.

Even the storm, with its tempest cry,
Clears the way for a brighter sky.
The rain is a poet, its verses profound,
Each droplet a blessing, the earth is crowned.

Write it on your heart, etch it in gold,
Each day a treasure, its worth untold.
No promise is greater, no truth more clear,
Today is the best day of the year.

Love rests on no foundation, no stone, no earth, no clay,
No pillar carved by mortal hands, no form that fades away.
It floats upon the endless sea, a tide that knows no shore,
An open sky, eternal blue, forever, evermore.

It rises in the morning mist, it hums the song of stars,
It journeys through the boundless night, unbound by time or scars.
No boundary can confine its reach, no tether hold it fast,
Its present is eternity; no future, and no past.

The endless ocean whispers deep, its voice both fierce and kind,
A tempest wild, a tender breeze, the balance undefined.
It carves the cliffs of fleeting lives, its waves both strong and pure,
A force that bends, that shapes, transforms, yet leaves the soul secure.

No source can claim its genesis, no point can mark its start,
It spills beyond the map of thought, and floods the aching heart.
No end awaits its ceaseless tide, no shore to bid adieu,
Its currents flow through every life, through every "me" and "you."

To grasp its form is to let go, to hold it is to free,
To lose yourself within its depths, and find infinity.
For love, unmoored, untamed, divine, is more than we can name,
An endless ocean, vast and wild, yet every wave the same.

So cast away your anchor, drift, surrender to its flow,
For love's great truth is simply this: the only home you'll know.

Two shadows linger where the soul does dwell,
Each whispers truths, yet which shall we compel?
One wears the cloak of hope, a boundless sky,
The other drapes in storms, where doubts reside.

Faith stands unyielding, a flame in the dark,
A quiet whisper, a celestial spark.
It asks for trust in what we cannot prove,
Yet nudges the heart, the spirit to move.

It builds from dreams, a bridge where none appear,
Its pillars born of love, its span sincere.
Through trials vast, its song will never cease,
A steadfast current, carving paths of peace.

Fear too, a force, demands its hungry share,
A shadowed specter, breathing heavy air.
It plants its seeds in moments fraught with doubt,
And tends them well till courage is devout.

Its voice, a thunder, echoes through the night,
And tempts the heart to flee from morning's light.
It thrives on what we dread, on what we lack,
Its siren call pulls weary spirits back.

Both faith and fear demand a quiet trust
In unseen forces, in the fate of dust.
One feeds the fire that dares the stars to rise,
The other dims the glow in hopeful eyes.

The choice is ours: to cower or to climb,
To dwell in shadows or let the soul unwind.
For though unseen, the path we choose is clear,
Will it be faith that guides, or will it be fear?

This is how you find your way,
Through shadows thick and skies of gray.
If you never try, you'll never see
The boundless strength that sets you free.

For buried deep within your soul,
A spark ignites to make you whole.
You'll never know how high you'll climb,
Until you dare defy the time.

The universe, so vast, aware,
Whispers softly, "I am there."
To hold, to guide, to help you soar,
To show you worlds and so much more.

The heart hesitates, the mind resists,
The unknown looms, a ghostly mist.
But in that haze, a gift may glow,
A promise of what you'll only know.

Uncertainty, a fearsome face,
Is but a mask for boundless space.
Each step you take, a door unfolds,
Revealing treasures your courage holds.

Infinite paths, untravelled bends,
Are laden with beginnings, not ends.
To grow, transform, expand, receive,
The unknown gifts when you believe.

So heed the pull, that whispered call,
Risk the stumble, risk the fall.
For dreams that linger, long untried,
Are seeds of magic waiting inside.

The path ahead, though veiled in mist,
Holds answers to the questions missed.
It's not so scary, not so wild,
It's the playground of your inner child.

So step into the vast unknown,
And claim the life that's truly your own.
For maybe, just maybe, this path you seek,
Is where your soul learns how to speak.

As the dawn unfolds on twenty-twenty-five,
Let us awaken, fully alive.
With tender hearts, let’s set the tone,
To love ourselves, to make it known.

Not in grand gestures or towering feats,
But in quiet moments, life’s simple treats.
The whisper of leaves, the warmth of the sun,
The quiet triumphs when the day is done.

For growth resides not just in acclaim,
But in unseen sparks that light the flame.
The courage to pause, to breathe, to feel,
The smallest joys that make life real.

Take the leap, though shadows loom,
The path ahead may yet bloom.
Trust the compass within your chest,
It leads you true, it knows you best.

Dare to be bold, dare to be free,
Life’s too short to dim your spree.
Wear your heart upon your sleeve,
In your own worth, always believe.

Choose your circle with gentle care,
Find those who uplift, who truly dare
To stand beside, through storm and sun,
Your soul’s companions, the chosen ones.

Be kind, be love, a radiant guide,
A mirror of hope for the world outside.
In every moment, let beauty unfold,
Each breath a story, precious and bold.

Let us make twenty-twenty-five divine,
A year to cherish, a year to shine.
Together we’ll walk, through joy and strife,
Creating a masterpiece of life.