In the quiet whispers of the morning light,Change dances softly with the breeze,Transforming shadows into vibrant hues,As dreams awaken from their slumber.
Leaves fall and rise with seasonsâ grace,Each cycle a testament to renewal,The earth spins, never weary,Painting skies with new beginnings.
Hearts once heavy learn to soar,Embracing the unknown with courage,For in every ending, a seed is sown,Promising the birth of something new.
Change, the silent architect of our paths,Guides us through uncharted waters,Teaching us to find beauty in the chaos,And strength in the gentle flow of time.