In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
A gentle breeze stirs, carrying change;
The world awakens, shedding old skins,
A canvas awaits, vibrant and strange.
Leaves of yesterday fall and fade,
Their stories linger, softly told.
Yet beneath the earth, seeds of hope,
Rise to greet the sun, bold and gold.
The river flows with renewed grace,
Carving paths through ancient stone.
Echoes of time in every ripple,
Guiding wanderers, never alone.
Embrace the dance of life’s sweet song,
For in each end, a new start blooms.
With open hearts and open arms,
We venture forth from shadowed rooms.