In the silent whispers of the night,
Change creeps in, subtle yet profound,
Like a river carving paths anew,
It shapes the unknown ground.

The leaves that once were green and bright,
Now turn to gold, then gently fall,
Each season brings its own delight,
In nature’s grand, unending call.

Through trials faced and lessons learned,
We find our strength, our roots grow deep,
In every tear, in every turn,
Our souls awaken from their sleep.

So let us welcome every change,
As growth unfolds with each new day,
For in this dance, both wild and strange,
We find ourselves along the way.