The winds of change, they softly blow,
Through fields of dreams where wildflowers grow.
Each petal falls, a story told,
Of seasons new and hearts grown bold.

Time whispers softly, like a breeze,
In moments caught between the trees.
With every dawn, a chance to find,
The grace to leave the past behind.

Oh, how we dance with shadows past,
With steps uncertain, yet steadfast.
For in the ebb and flow of days,
We find our strength in life’s displays.

Embrace the shift, the constant churn,
In every loss, there’s much to learn.
For through the change, our spirits rise,
Like phoenixes from ash, we fly.