Letting go for something new

The old must yield, to what may yet unfold,

A brand new canvas, to a story bold.

The ancient constellations, watchful eyes,

Witness a turning, to the sun's sunrise.

New paths unfold, like rivers carving stone,

A boundless journey, bravely to be known.

So cast aside the burdens, heavy chains,

Embrace the future, where hope sustains.

A brand new chapter, writ in cosmic ink,

A new beginning, for the heart to blink.

For in the letting go, a space is found,

Where something new, begins to bloom and sound.

And in this freedom, a strength takes flight,

To embrace the future, bathed in morning light.

ETJ