In the quiet whisper of the evening breeze,
Where shadows stretch and time seems to freeze,
A world in flux, a gentle, steady flow,
Transitions weave, as night begins to show.

The sun dips low, painting skies with gold,
Stories unfold as the day grows old,
Stars awaken, shimmering in delight,
Guiding the way through the velvet night.

Leaves rustle softly, secrets they confide,
In the dance of change, where dreams reside,
Moments blend in a tapestry of time,
Whispers of the past in every chime.

Embrace the shift, let your spirit soar,
In the heart of change, find what you adore,
Through every end, a beginning anew,
The beauty of transition, forever true.