In the whisper of the morning light,
Time dances with shadows on the wall,
Change paints the sky in hues so bright,
As silent echoes of the past call.

The river flows with stories untold,
Each wave a testament to the years,
With every moment, new dreams unfold,
Bringing hope, joy, and sometimes tears.

Leaves rustle with secrets on the breeze,
Time’s gentle hand guides their descent,
Change weaves through branches with such ease,
In nature’s cycle, all is lent.

Stars twinkle in the vast night sky,
Time’s eternal dance with change persists,
Through every ending, new paths lie,
Embracing the mystery that exists.