In the dawn of quiet whispers,
Change unfolds its gentle wings,
The sky painted with new colors,
Hope, a song the morning sings.

Through the shadows of the past,
Emerges light, so warm and kind,
In every heart, a promise cast,
That tomorrow’s dreams will find.

Leaves of time, they gently fall,
Yet in their dance, new life begins,
Hope is the thread that weaves us all,
In the tapestry of life’s whims.

For every ending, there’s a start,
In every tear, a hidden smile,
Change and hope, they dwell in the heart,
Guiding us through every mile.