In the cradle of dawn’s tender light,
Change whispers softly, unseen yet near.
It dances through leaves, in shadows bright,
A silent promise, dispelling fear.

Beneath the stars, where dreams ignite,
The world turns gently, a constant flow.
Seasons shift in their endless flight,
Painting skies with hues we long to know.

As rivers carve stone, slow and wise,
Change molds our hearts, unseen, profound.
With every sunset, a new sunrise,
In every ending, beginnings found.

Let us embrace the winds of change,
In its gentle breath, find our way.
For within its grasp, life rearranged,
Lies the hope of a brighter day.