In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
A soul stands firm, wise and slow,
With eyes that see beyond the storm,
Embracing life in every form.
The journey carved in lines of age,
Tales of love and wars they wage,
Through tears and laughter, they endure,
A heart so gentle, yet so sure.
Patience woven in every thread,
In silence, words are softly said,
With grace they move, with time they dance,
Finding strength in every chance.
Resilience like the tallest tree,
Rooted deep, forever free,
A mature mind, a beacon bright,
Guiding others through the night.