Poem: Winds of Change

The winds of change come soft at first,
A whisper through the silent trees,
A stirring in the restless earth,
A promise carried on the breeze.

They bend the branches, shift the sky,
And scatter leaves from paths once known;
They teach the heart to ask not why,
But trust the seeds that have been sown.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They sweep away the dust of fear;
They lift old dreams that used to lie
Forgotten through the passing years.

No door remains forever closed,
No winter holds the world for long;
For every ending once imposed
Becomes the start of something strong.

So when the changing winds arise,
And uncertainty fills the air,
Look past the clouds and toward the skies—
New horizons wait for those who dare.

The winds of change may test the soul,
Yet carry hope from shore to shore;
And though they alter every goal,
They open paths unseen before.

Thank-you for reading.

Brenda Marie