A whisper stirs within the mind,
a seed of light, a thread unspooled,
where once the winds of doubt would bind,
now dawn ignites the vast and true.

For thoughts, like rivers, carve their way,
through valleys deep, through stone and sand,
they shape the world, they cast the day,
they sculpt the soul with unseen hands.

What if the storm inside could cease?
What if the weight we bear could shift?
What if a thought could birth release,
and turn the dark to golden mist?

The mind - a garden, wild and free,
can bloom with thorns or fields of grace,
can weave despair or destiny,
can paint the stars, can find embrace.

The past is ink that need not stain,
tomorrow waits with open palm,
no chain remains that thought can't tame,
no fire too wild for hope's cool balm.

So think in love, let kindness bloom,
let mercy breathe where pain has slept,
let faith outgrow the ghosts of gloom,
let trust reclaim what fear once kept.

For change is not some distant land,
nor bound by fate, nor ruled by time,
it lives within your open hand,
it breathes inside your quiet mind.

So shift the thought, the path will bend,
release the weight, the soul will rise,
for all begins where visions send,
change the thought, and touch the skies.