In the silent dance of shifting leaves,
Time whispers secrets of what will be,
Change, a gentle hand that weaves,
Threads of future in the tapestry of me.
Beneath the sky, the rivers flow,
Carving paths where none have walked,
Growth, a journey we come to know,
In whispered dreams and thoughts unlocked.
The sun sets, yet rises anew,
A reminder that lifeâs cycles churn,
With every dawn, a chance to pursue,
New horizons where passions burn.
So let the winds of change enfold,
And guide your heart to places unknown,
For in the stories yet untold,
Lies the beauty of how weâve grown.