Like leaves that fall in autumn’s gentle breeze,
We drift through seasons, carried by unseen hands.
Time whispers secrets through the rustling trees,
And paints our paths upon the shifting sands.

The rivers carve new courses as they flow,
Eroding rocks, reshaping all they touch.
We too are sculpted by the winds that blow,
Our lives transformed, our souls renewed as such.

In every dawn, a promise of rebirth,
The night gives way to colors bold and bright.
We shed the past, embrace our inner worth,
And step into the morning’s golden light.

Embrace the change, for it is nature’s way,
To grow, to learn, to find what we can be.
For in the dance of night and breaking day,
We find our truth, our endless destiny.