In the silent whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
A chrysalis breaks, revealing light,
Transformation’s grace, a wondrous sight.

From the seeds of sorrow, flowers bloom,
The heart reshapes, dispelling gloom,
A phoenix rises from the tomb,
In every end, a new costume.

The river’s course may twist and bend,
Yet onward flows, its journey penned,
Through storm and calm, it will ascend,
Each drop a tale, each wave a friend.

As seasons turn and faces change,
The soul evolves within its range,
Embrace the new, though it feels strange,
For life is but a vast exchange.