In the cradle of dawn, where youth springs forth,
With dreams unbound and hearts so bold,
The world is vast, a canvas of worth,
Each day a new story to unfold.

Through fields of green and skies so blue,
The laughter echoes, a melody sweet,
With every step, a path anew,
The rhythm of life under youthful feet.

Yet as the sun begins to wane,
And twilight whispers soft and low,
Age brings wisdom, a gentle rain,
A dance of grace in a golden glow.

Together they weave a timeless thread,
Age and youth in a harmonious flight,
One a memory, the other ahead,
A symphony played in the dance of light.