In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find the whispers of years gone by,
Each wrinkle a story, a silent fight,
Etched in the canvas of the open sky.

The days unfold with a gentle grace,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
In laughter and tears, I find my place,
As the mysteries of life slowly unfold.

The echoes of youth, a distant song,
Yet in their shadow, wisdom blooms,
With every sunset, I feel more strong,
Embracing the night as the day resumes.

Time’s gentle hands cradle my soul,
Guiding me through the seasons’ flow,
In the dance of life, I find my role,
Cherishing the journey as I grow.