Beneath the silent, starry skies,
A whisper calls of change anew,
As dawn paints hope across the skies,
In hues of gold and shades of blue.

The gentle rustle of the leaves,
Tells tales of paths not yet explored,
A symphony the heart believes,
In every step, new dreams are stored.

With courage drawn from morning’s light,
We cast aside the chains of old,
Embracing futures burning bright,
In stories yet to be retold.

So let us venture, hand in hand,
Into the realms of what might be,
For in the change, we’ll understand,
The beauty in life’s tapestry.