In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies the wisdom of countless dawns,
Each wrinkle, a story etched in time,
A testament to the roads I’ve roamed.
The seasons turn in gentle grace,
Leaves fall, yet roots grow deep,
With every year, the soul expands,
Embracing life’s tender sweep.
Memories like stars in the night,
Illuminate paths once walked,
Guiding the heart through shadows cast,
In the dance of dreams and thoughts.
Aging is a melody, soft and slow,
A song of life sung in hues of gold,
In every line, a lesson learned,
In every gaze, stories unfold.