In the tender light of morning’s grace,
Shadows of the past softly erase,
Whispering winds of change do call,
As I rise again, unafraid to fall.

The heart, a canvas cleansed anew,
With dreams that bloom in vibrant hue,
Each step a brush, each breath a stroke,
Painting paths where hope evokes.

Leaves of yesterday gently descend,
Nourishing the roots where new life will bend,
In the silence, seeds of courage grow,
Awaiting the sun’s warm, golden glow.

And so I stand, amidst the dawn,
With faith reborn and fears withdrawn,
Embracing the unknown with open arms,
Ready to weave life’s endless charms.