As sunrise paints the sky with gold
This Saturday morning, young and old
We rise with hope, with hearts anew
And dreams that whisper, "All is true.”

The world outside may seem unsure
But in our souls, a light endures
A flame that flickers, yet remains bright
Guiding us through life's plodding night.

May this day bring us closer still
To the desires that our hearts fulfil
May our endeavours, our passions, our art
Find success and reach their highest start.

Let hope's warm breeze upon us blow
And our dreams, like flowers, begin to grow
For on this Saturday, we choose to believe
That our aspirations will soon be relieved.

© providence