In the quiet of the morning dew,
When night surrenders to the day,
The world awakens, fresh and new,
As shadows slowly fade away.
Leaves rustle in a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets of the past,
The sun climbs higher through the trees,
And time moves forward, ever fast.
A symphony of change unfolds,
As colors blend and skies transform,
The warmth of summer gently folds,
Yielding to autumnâs quiet storm.
With every breath, a moment gone,
Transition dances, soft and slow,
In endless cycles, dusk to dawn,
Lifeâs constant ebb and flow.