In the stillness of a waking world,
Where shadows dance with breaking light,
The gentle breeze begins its swirl,
A whispered promise in the night.

Leaves rustle with a subtle grace,
Each movement tells a quiet tale,
Of journeys through the endless space,
On winds that never seem to fail.

The river flows with steady might,
A testament to time’s embrace,
In ceaseless motion, day and night,
It carves its path with patient pace.

And in this world of constant change,
We find our place, our fleeting time,
Embracing motion’s endless range,
A dance of life, a moving rhyme.