The Quiet Shift

Lexile: 1000 | Grade: 9

Passage

The trees do not shout when the season changes. They do not hold press conferences or send out warnings.

Instead, they whisper. One leaf, yellow and brave, lets go first. Then another follows, and another still, until the sky is freckled with color and the sidewalks rustle with soft farewells.

You may not notice it happening. Change never begs for attention. It simply begins—quiet as a breath, steady as a heartbeat.

We often think of transformation as thunderous: the slam of a door, the snap of a decision. But more often, it is the pause between words, the silence after a goodbye, the gentle turn of a key.

In the end, it is not the noise of the world that moves us. It is the hush that follows, and the new rhythm we find inside it.