In the garden of time’s gentle embrace,
Where dreams are sown with tender care,
We wander paths of change and grace,
In search of who we are to dare.

With every sunrise, hope anew,
The morning light in youthful eyes,
We chase the stars, the sky so blue,
In innocence, our spirits rise.

Yet time, the weaver of our days,
With threads of joy and strands of tears,
Crafts wisdom from the sun’s warm rays,
As we outgrow our childhood fears.

And so, through shadows, we ascend,
To find our voice, to claim our name,
In life’s embrace, our hearts transcend,
A tapestry of love and flame.