In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle rise,
Change tiptoes softly, unseen by the eye,
Like shadows dance beneath a moonlit sky,
It weaves new paths where old roads lie.

The leaves fall in an autumn’s embrace,
A tapestry of colors that time can’t erase,
Each one a story in nature’s gentle grace,
A reminder that change leaves its trace.

Rivers carve through mountains with silent might,
Transforming landscapes out of sight,
As stars shift in the tapestry of night,
Change is the constant, the eternal light.

In our hearts, where dreams reside,
Change whispers softly, a gentle guide,
Embracing the new, where old dreams collide,
In change, a new world is implied.