In the stillness of the night, whispers of change take flight,
Dancing on the edge of dreams, where hopes ignite.
A dawn breaks with gentle hues, painting skies in tender blues,
As hearts awaken to the new, with promises to pursue.

The old fades like autumn leaves, swept away by winter’s breeze,
Yet within the cold, a seed, of hope begins to seize.
Through the trials and the pain, growth emerges, not in vain,
For every tear and every strain, new strength we gain.

The river of time flows on, ever constant, ever strong,
Carrying with it the song, of change where we belong.
As the seasons come and go, we learn to bend, we learn to grow,
With every high and every low, our spirits in tow.

So let the winds of change blow free, guiding us to what will be,
Embracing all with unity, in hope and harmony.
For in each day, we find the way, to a brighter, better day,
With open hearts, come what may, we’ll face the fray.