In the cradle of dawn’s gentle hue,
Whispers of change softly sing,
Leaves transform in the morning dew,
As the world begins its eternal swing.
The rivers carve new stories untold,
Guided by nature’s unseen hand,
Mountains stand firm, yet subtly mold,
In the ever-shifting land.
Stars flicker in their celestial maze,
Echoing tales of ages gone,
Guiding us through life’s endless phase,
Where every dusk meets a new dawn.
Embrace the dance of time’s embrace,
For in change, the heart finds grace,
In every ending, a new space,
A journey of life we all must face.