Forecast

In the forecast of our future, we’ll find what we seek. With minds wide open, we’ll keep exploring the land of our sorts.

Watching the skies change, 

clouds rolling in,
The winds of tomorrow whisper-

softly within.
We’re standing at the crossroads, 

feeling change coming,
with a mind shift in-

the innovation paradigm, 

fresh insights gathered around,

across different directions.

What’s the forecast for the change?
Can the sunlight break through the darkness?
In the storms that come and go,
can we learn to dance in the rain and grow?
Show me the signs, 

let the winds be my guideline,
In the forecast of the future,

 let’s take it in stride and get things right..

The horizon’s painted, 

with colors yet unseen,
With every chance we take, 

we’re creating something new.
Through the thunder and lightning, 

we’ll find our way to greatness,
In the light of our wisdom, 

let’s create value of different sorts..

So let the winds blow gently, 

let the waves ride up.
In the change of the tempest, 

we’ll learn how to survive.
With every change in direction,

 we’ll weather the storm,
In the era of uncertainty, 

we’ll create our light of insight.
So here’s to the moments, 

both fragile and bold,
With every new day coming,

 let our story unfold.
In the forecast of our future, 

we’ll find what we seek,
With minds wide open, 

we’ll keep exploring the land of our sorts.

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