In the quiet dawn of youth’s embrace,
We wander through meadows of dreams,
Where time stretches like endless skies,
And every moment is a new beginning.

As seasons change, we find our stride,
Facing storms that shape our path,
With every fall, a lesson learned,
In the tapestry of our unfolding lives.

The sun sets on innocence’s horizon,
Yet the glow of wisdom lights our way,
In the mirror of our past we see,
The child who danced in fields of possibility.

Through the gentle arc of time we grow,
Embracing the echoes of who we were,
With open hearts we stride ahead,
Finding our place in the world ever anew.