The dawn breaks with whispers of renewal,
A canvas of opportunities yet to unfold,
Each step forward, a brushstroke of courage,
Painting dreams in hues of gold.

Leaves flutter in the gentle breeze,
Echoing tales of seasons past,
Yet the promise of spring lingers,
In the heartbeats of the steadfast.

The river’s flow, unyielding and free,
Mirrors the spirit of transformation,
Carving paths through valleys unknown,
With a rhythm of constant creation.

Under the vast expanse of the sky,
Stars guide the way for the bold,
For every ending holds a seed,
Of beginnings yet untold.