New Beginnings (a poem for spring)

A whisper stirs the morning air,
A golden glow, a world laid bare.
The past dissolves like mist at dawn,
And with it, fears are softly gone.

A single step, a hopeful breath,
A path unknown, untouched by death.
The echoes fade of days before,
And open wide a brand-new door.

The seeds we plant in trembling hands
Will bloom in time on fertile lands.
So let the winds of change arise—
New journeys start with open eyes.