In the quiet dawn of a new day,
Gentle whispers of change arise,
Like a breeze that stirs the leaves,
Promising new beginnings in disguise.
The old fades into memories,
As the present carves its way,
Sculpting dreams and hopes anew,
In the light of a brand-new day.
Seasons shift, and so do we,
Guided by an unseen hand,
Embracing the unknown path,
Through life’s ever-changing land.
With every step, we learn and grow,
Finding strength in the unknown,
For in the dance of change we see,
The beauty of becoming whole.