In the quiet dawn, a whispering change,
Leaves flutter down, their colors rearrange.
The world transforms in silent grace,
A seamless drift, a tender embrace.
The sun dips low, shadows grow long,
Nightâs cool breath carries a song.
Stars emerge, a twinkling thread,
We weave through life, by change we’re led.
The river flows with ceaseless pace,
Carving paths, leaving no trace.
We stand still, yet seasons pass,
Each moment fleeting, yet meant to last.
In every ending, a new start found,
Lifeâs cycle, a perpetual round.
Embrace the shift, fear not the change,
For in transitions, beauty is arranged.