In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance with fading night,
A whisper calls from deep within,
A promise of change, a new begin.

The leaves that fall in gentle grace,
Tell tales of time’s relentless pace,
Yet in their flight, a story unfolds,
Of life renewed, as warmth turns cold.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We journey on with spirits nigh,
Embracing storms that shape our core,
Emerging stronger than before.

For in each turn and twist we face,
Lies hidden strength, a quiet grace,
In transformation’s gentle hand,
We find our place, we understand.