In the whisper of dawn’s gentle light,
Changes unfold in silent grace,
From night’s embrace to morning’s flight,
A dance of time, a heart’s embrace.

Leaves turn gold in autumn’s hand,
A tapestry woven with colors bold,
The earth transforms at nature’s command,
Stories of change in whispers told.

Winter’s breath paints the world white,
A quiet pause in the endless flow,
Yet beneath the snow, life ignites,
Preparing for spring’s gentle glow.

As moments shift and days renew,
We walk the path of transition’s way,
In every change, a chance to view,
The beauty born in each new day.