In the quiet breath of autumn's fall,
We find ourselves like mushrooms on
trees,
Fallen yet rising, cycling through all,
From decay to life, in nature steady
ease.

Each leaf that drifts, a lesson learned,
Painted gold, crimson, and amber
bright,
How pain is a bridge, how we've
yearned,
To walk towards love, through fading
light.

Forgiveness flows like autumn's breeze,
Soft as the colors of changing leaves,
It frees the heart, like whispered pleas,
And lifts us high where sorrow leaves.

With eagle’s wings, we soar above,
Beyond the shadows of doubt and fear,
For love is strength, a selfless glove,
Yet we hold ourselves, still strong, still
clear.

No longer chained to what does not
heal,
We change because we dare to grow,
In storms, we bend, but our hearts
reveal
A center of peace in the world's wild
Flow.

We meet ourselves with gentle grace,
A kindness born from every tear,
For in this journey, we find our place-
To honor all that brought us here.

Like a bubbling brook, our lives will run,
Through fleeting memories and stuck
points passed,
Gratitude rises with each sun,
And freedom finds us, whole at last.

Here, in the calm amidst the strife,
We find a courage that doesn't wane,
To love ourselves, to love all life,
In sacrifice that bears no chain.

For in each storm, that is still,
A place of peace, of quiet might,
And there we learn, with open will,
To care, to love, to rise in flight.