In the whispers of the morning’s light,
Change unfurls its gentle wings,
A dance of shadows and new beginnings,
Where old dreams find new springs.
The past sheds its weary cloak,
As petals on a quiet stream,
Flowing towards horizons vast,
Chasing the echoes of a dream.
Leaves turn with the season’s grace,
Painting skies in hues of gold,
Each moment a fleeting masterpiece,
Stories of courage yet untold.
Embrace the winds that guide your way,
Through uncharted paths and skies,
For in every ending lies a promise,
Of new beginnings that arise.