Shift

Shift

In the quiet hush of dawn, the world begins to turn, A gentle shift of light that paints the sky in amber gold. Leaves, once still, now whisper as a breeze decides to learn, And shadows stretch their limbs, retelling stories old.

The city streets exhale, commuters find their stride, Trains sigh upon the rails, a rhythm steady, true. Each step a modest change, each glance a quiet pride, As habits bend and sway beneath the ever‑shifting blue.

Even thoughts, like tides, drift inward, then depart, Ideas rearrange themselves in corridors of mind. What once seemed fixed now bends, a pliable work of art, And in that subtle motion, new perspectives find.

So let us welcome shift, not fear the fickle turn, For in its quiet pulse we find the chance to grow. Each change a whispered promise, each transition a return To self, renewed, reborn, where endless possibilities flow.