In the tender arms of youth, we find the dawn,
A world of dreams where every step is drawn,
With hearts so light and spirits ever free,
In fields of gold, we chase eternity.

The sun climbs high, and shadows start to play,
As time flows on, the vibrant hues turn gray,
Yet wisdom blooms where innocence once grew,
And paths once hidden now are clear and true.

Age brings its gifts, though lines may mark the face,
A deeper love, a gentle, steady grace,
The echoes of the laughter from our youth,
Now woven with the threads of timeless truth.

So let us dance, through every stage and phase,
Embrace the change, the beauty of our days,
For in the end, it’s not the years we keep,
But moments shared, the memories we reap.