That Singer's Childhood Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the quiet of dawn, where the morning breaks,
A young boy walked, leaving dewy wakes.
With each step taken on the misty grass,
A note awaited, as the moments passed.

Words of wisdom, hidden yet clear,
Guided his steps, dispelling all fear.
He sang his song, the world did hear,
But the notes were the secret he held dear.

Years went by, fame in his stride,
But the whispers of those notes never died.
Back to the school, where dreams were spun,
Returned the teacher, once young, now one.

There in the mist, where memories glow,
A note lay waiting, with a message to show.
'To the dreamer who finds this, believe and strive,
For the journey is yours, keep hope alive.'

A circle complete, as paths entwine,
The notes now passed, in the soft morning shine.
For the journey never ends, it just takes new feet,
Walking the dewy path where dreams and fate meet.