Writers 
When morning breaks across the sky,
And golden sunlight climbs up high,
There stands a dream that waits for me,
A distant shore I long to see.
The road is rough, the hill is steep,
And sometimes tired eyes cannot sleep.
The journey asks for strength each day,
While fear and doubt get in the way.
But hard work whispers, “Carry on,”
Even when all your hope seems gone.
One little step, one little try,
Can build a bridge that reaches high.
The seed beneath the soil stays still,
Yet patiently it climbs the hill.
It pushes through the earth and rain,
It learns to grow through every pain.
No flower blooms within a day,
No mountain moves without a way.
There will be moments when you fall,
When failure seems to end it all.
But falling down is not defeat;
It only means you must repeat.
Get up again, adjust your plan,
And give tomorrow all you can.
The hands that practice every night,
Will someday hold success in sight.
The mind that studies, day by day,
Will find its own and brighter way.
The worker who refuses rest
Will learn that effort gives its best.
Success is not a sudden flame,
Nor is it simply luck or fame.
It grows from hours no one sees,
From quiet work and scraped-up knees.
It comes from choosing not to quit,
From staying strong, committing to it.
So when the world says, “You can't succeed,”
Remember that your dreams can lead.
Keep working when the path is long,
Keep moving when you feel less strong.
For every effort, small or great,
Is building something while you wait.
And one bright day, you’ll clearly see
That hard work shaped who you could be.