In the quiet dawn, time softly speaks,
With gentle whispers that the heart seeks.
Change flows like a river, ever so wide,
In its currents, our dreams gently glide.
Seasons turn with a silent grace,
Marking moments we canât replace.
Leaves fall and new buds bloom,
In lifeâs ever-spinning loom.
Memories linger like the evening sun,
As time and change weave into one.
Shadows stretch and fade away,
In the dance of night and day.
Embrace the tides, the ebb and flow,
For in their rhythm, we truly grow.
Time and change, hand in hand,
Guide us gently through this land.