Beneath the silent, shifting skies,
Where shadows play and sunlight dies,
A whisper grows in gentle streams,
Unfolding dreams in golden beams.

The seasons change, a timeless grace,
In every leaf, a new embrace,
The earth beneath our feet does sing,
Of endless cycles life will bring.

A river flows through time’s embrace,
Carving paths we can’t replace,
Yet in its course, we find our way,
In gentle night and brightened day.

Embrace the change, the heart’s own call,
In every rise and every fall,
For in the dance of time’s own flow,
We find the strength to learn, to grow.