The world outside, a blur of green,
Like pages turning, half-unseen.
The window down, the wind so near,
It whispers freedom we all hear.
Old thoughts untangle in the breeze,
Like autumn leaves from tired trees.
Each mile reminds, with gentle tone,
We’re never stuck, we’re never alone.
No need to grip what fades away,
New mornings rise with brighter say.
The road ahead is wide and free,
A quiet home for you and me.
Letting go is not a loss,
It’s crossing over, bridge to cross.
In moving on, we find release,
And meet ourselves in gentle peace.

Like pages turning, half-unseen.
The window down, the wind so near,
It whispers freedom we all hear.
Old thoughts untangle in the breeze,
Like autumn leaves from tired trees.
Each mile reminds, with gentle tone,
We’re never stuck, we’re never alone.
No need to grip what fades away,
New mornings rise with brighter say.
The road ahead is wide and free,
A quiet home for you and me.
Letting go is not a loss,
It’s crossing over, bridge to cross.
In moving on, we find release,
And meet ourselves in gentle peace.
