Wings of the Horizon

The sun climbs high on a golden thread,
To wake the dreams inside your head.
It’s a blank white page, a waiting screen,
The brightest colors yet unseen.

It’s the quiet hum of a cooling drive,
The spark that keeps the code alive.
A melody found in a sudden rhyme,
A mountain peak you’ve yet to climb.

Sometimes the logic hitches and breaks,
And growth is hidden in small mistakes.
But like a storm that clears the air,
The strength you need is always there.

So build your world with a steady hand,
Like castles carved from desert sand.
For life is the fire, the wind, the sea,
And the hero you are meant to be.

 
——-By Aishnei Bag (Class VIII)