Echoes of Effort

When dawn breaks soft on papers white,

Each mark, a beacon in the light.

The echoes of effort, late nights' toll,

Now softly whisper to the soul.

Eyes scan the lines, hearts held in pause,

Each grade a symbol, every clause.

The sum of hours, dreams, and fears,

All distilled in ink, through years.

Numbers and letters, cold and stark,

Yet hold the glow of passion's spark.

Beyond the grades, a journey traced,

Of sleepless nights and trials faced.

Win or lose, in numbers told,

Your story's rich, your spirit bold.

For in the shadows of the test,

Lies strength and courage, manifest.

So take these results, with head held high,

For in your heart, true victories lie.

Beyond the marks, your path’s uncurled,

A testament to you, and your world.

- Carry