Through hours of toil and heavy brow,
I've poured my spirit into these lines.
With every drop of sweat and vow,
A story wakes, a vision shines.
The pages turn, the shadows bend,
As we reach the fading light.
But do not fear this prolonged end,
Or the closing of the night.
For when the final word is spun,
And the silence settles deep,
Look up to find a rising sun—
A promise that we mean to keep.
From every end, a seed is sown,
To bloom within a new beginning.
. Thank you for reading.