In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Change tiptoes softly through the leaves.
A golden sun that warmly weaves,
New patterns in the tapestry of life.
As autumn paints the world anew,
Growth emerges in each hue.
The winds of time, a gentle cue,
To shed the old and let the new thrive.
Winterâs chill, a silent guide,
Nurtures dreams that softly bide.
Beneath the snow, where hopes reside,
A promise of renewal silently thrives.
Spring arrives with tender grace,
Blooming life in every space.
Embrace the change, let go of haste,
For growth is found on this wondrous ride.