In the quiet dawn of morning light,
We tread the paths of endless flight.
Each step a whisper, soft and clear,
Through realms of hope, through lands of fear.

The seasons change, the winds do blow,
Transforming all we think we know.
From spring to fall, from night to day,
In every breath, we find our way.

The old gives way to something new,
A tapestry of varied hue.
With every loss, a lesson learned,
In fires of life, we’re gently burned.

Embrace the shift, the ebb, the flow,
For in these waves, we truly grow.
Through trials faced, through joys we’ve known,
Our hearts evolve, our spirits flown.