In the quiet dawn of early dreams,
We chased the shadows of our youth,
With hearts unburdened by the seams,
Of life’s unfolding, gentle truth.

Each step a lesson, each fall a guide,
We learned to dance with fleeting time,
Through sunlit paths and storms we stride,
Crafting our futures, moments sublime.

The echoes of laughter, the whispers of fear,
Painted the canvas of our days,
As years unfurl, we hold them dear,
The tapestry of life’s intricate maze.

Now, as we stand on the cusp of dreams,
With wisdom earned and courage grown,
We carry the past in gentle streams,
Towards horizons yet unknown.