Change

 In the quiet depths of night, a whisper in the breeze,

A change is born, a subtle shift, beneath the ancient trees.

It dances through the meadows, paints the sky in hues of gold,

A transformation, slow and sure, as life's great stories unfold.

Like leaves that flutter to the ground, in autumn's soft embrace,

Change descends with gentle grace, a new and wondrous space.

The world in constant motion, seasons ebb and flow,

In change, we find our purpose, as life continues to grow.

Embrace the shifting currents, the turning of the tide,

For change is where we find ourselves, and where we must confide.

In the chrysalis of transformation, we shed the old and worn,

Emerging as a butterfly, reborn, and brightly adorned.

Yet change is not just nature's dance, but in our hearts as well,

As we navigate the labyrinth of life, each twist and turn to tell.

With every choice we make, every path that we explore,

Change is the canvas of our lives, a story to implore.

So welcome change with open arms, let fear and doubt recede,

For in its wake, we find our strength, our truest self indeed.

With hope and courage as our guide, we'll face what lies ahead,

For change is life's sweet melody, the song by which we are led.