Humming low against my ears; The wind moves through the hollow streets, singing the melodies of forgotten voices carrying their memories along. The calming breeze carried by the passing of time, I hear the echoes of quiet days, where every lesson, every smile, became a seed of tomorrow. Carrying our voice of yesterday it whispers of the paths ahead, where every step we take builds the tomorrow we believe in. The silent whispers of the wind, is our reminder of where we began. Guiding our every step towards the promise of Tomorrow