In the garden where time does sway,
Youth and age meet every day.
One with dreams so fresh and bright,
The other with wisdom, cloaked in night.
Youth dances with laughter, swift and free,
Eyes wide open, eager to see.
Age watches with a knowing smile,
Holding stories of every mile.
Together they walk, hand in hand,
Through lifeâs ever-changing land.
One learns patience, one learns zest,
Both find beauty in the quest.
As the sun sets and shadows grow long,
Their bond remains forever strong.
For in each other, they find truth,
The endless dance of age and youth.