As seasons shift and leaves do fall,
The winds of change, they call to all.
A fleeting moment, a whispered breeze,
Embracing new, with gentle ease.

The tides they turn, both high and low,
With each new wave, new paths to go.
The moon’s soft glow, a guiding light,
Through darkest night, to morning bright.

A new dawn breaks, with colors bold,
The stories of our lives retold.
In every breath, a chance to see,
The endless possibilities.

Transformation, nature’s art,
With every end, a fresh new start.
In every change, a silent plea,
To dance with life, to simply be.