Change

In the quiet corridors of time, a whispering wind,

Change tiptoes softly, where new beginnings begin.

A dance with uncertainty, a cosmic rearrange,

A journey embarked upon, the essence of change.

Leaves surrender to autumn's vibrant command,

A palette of transformation, painted by nature's hand.

In the tapestry of seasons, a story unfolds,

Change, the constant, as the tale is told.

Metamorphosis of butterflies, a symbol so true,

From cocooned dreams, emerge wings anew.

Change, the alchemy of growth's sweet stage,

A transformation scripted on life's humble page.

Mountains weathered by the winds of time,

Yet, through erosion, sculpted into sublime.

Change, the sculptor, shaping landscapes wide,

A testament to resilience, where strength resides.

Rivers carving canyons, a journey profound,

Change, the architect, with waters unbound.

Through twists and turns, a path unfolds,

A reminder that change is life's story told.

In the human heart, seasons unfurl,

Embracing change, a dance with the swirl.

From the cradle to the twilight range,

The heartbeats pulse in the rhythm of change.

Footprints on sand, washed by the tide,

Change, the tide, where memories abide.

Yet, in the ebb and flow, a chance to rearrange,

A celebration of life, in the constant of change.

So let us welcome the sunrise of the unknown,

With courage in our hearts, seeds of change sown.

For in every sunrise and twilight range,

Lies the beauty and promise of endless change.