In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Change sweeps through the morning air,
Like a gentle breeze, it carries on,
Transforming all that it dares.

The leaves that once were green and bold,
Now painted with autumn’s golden hue,
A reminder that as we grow old,
Change brings forth the new.

The rivers carve their paths anew,
Their currents strong, their will unbowed,
Just as our lives must journey through,
The storms and rays, both fierce and proud.

So let us welcome change with grace,
And not with fear or dismay’s hand,
For in its wake, we find our place,
A better self, a brighter land.