In the whisper of the morning breeze,Time etches softly on the skin,A gentle dance of tender leaves,A journey where the soul begins.The silver threads of wisdom flow,With every line, a story spun,The echoes of the years aglow,In the warmth of the setting sun.The hands that held both joy and pain,Now cradle memories so dear,In every wrinkle, love remains,A testament to those held near.Embrace the grace that time bestows,With eyes that see the world anew,For in each day, the beauty grows,A tapestry of life in view.