In the quiet hum of morning light,
Where shadows dance and fade away,
We find the echoes of our plight,
In the ever-changing hues of day.
The seasons turn with gentle grace,
As leaves surrender to the ground,
Each moment leaves its tender trace,
In whispers soft, yet profound.
The paths we walk, once clear and bright,
Now twist and turn in unknown ways,
Yet in the dark, there shines a light,
Guiding us through lifeâs endless maze.
Embrace the change, the new, the bold,
For in its arms, we find our song,
A story ever yet untold,
Where we, the dreamers, all belong.