March seventh, twenty-five, dawn's thin light,
Friday's cloak, a velvet, soft and bright.
A new world born, in morning's grace,
Unfolds before this waking place.
Let your dreams take flight on gossamer wings,
As the morning breeze softly sings.
Embrace the day with open arms,
And dance to life's melodious charms.
So rise, dear souls, to meet the day,
Let your spirits soar and have their say.
In this tapestry of hours, find your thread,
Weave it bold, let your story be spread.
Good morning to all, may your Friday shine,
Like stardust scattered on the grand design.
Embrace the promise of this tale,
As a new chapter sets its sail.