In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Change arrives like a silent thief,
Transforming shadows and forgotten leaves,
Painting the world with newfound relief.
Seasons shift with an unseen hand,
Summer’s warmth gives way to autumn’s hue,
Lifeâs tapestry woven strand by strand,
Each moment a chance to begin anew.
The rivers flow with ceaseless grace,
Carving paths through stone and time,
Change, the artist, leaves no trace,
Yet its presence is profoundly sublime.
Embrace the dance, the ebb and flow,
For in change, we find our true design,
A symphony of highs and lows,
Writing the story of your life and mine.