Evolving Echoes

In the dance of time, where echoes fade,

Old gives way to the embrace of new.

A symphony of change, a rhythm played,

As life's canvas unveils a different hue.

The old, like pages of a well-worn book,

Now turned with care, to let the new begin.

A story of transition, a transformation took,

As memories meld with what's yet to spin.

The clock's hands move in silent grace,

Moments linger, then gently pass.

The old foundations find their place,

In the evolving tapestry of glass.

Yet let not nostalgia's grip hold sway,

For new horizons beckon with allure.

The old steps back, the new leads the way,

A journey vibrant, vibrant and pure.

So let the old be a stepping stone,

A bridge to futures that will be.

In the cycle of life, each change is known,

As the old and the new intertwine, set free.