In the quiet morn, where shadows play,
Change whispers softly, guiding the way.
Leaves turn gold in autumn’s embrace,
Promising hope in each tender trace.

The winds of time, they sing and sway,
Carrying dreams to the break of day.
Stars that fade, yet never lost,
Illuminate paths we thought we’d crossed.

In every tear, a seed is sown,
From broken ground, new life is grown.
The heart that bends will never break,
In its resilience, futures awake.

So hold the light, let courage soar,
For change and hope forever more.
In every end, a new start gleams,
In whispered dreams and hopeful beams.