In the stillness of the morning light,
When dreams whisper through the dawn,
Life’s river flows, a constant flight,
Carving paths where time has drawn.

Through seasons’ dance and shadows’ play,
We gather moments, weave our tales,
Each heartbeat marking night and day,
As courage in our spirit sails.

The wrinkles tell of wisdom’s grace,
Of laughter shared and tears once shed,
In every line, a storied place,
A testament to paths we’ve tread.

So let us cherish every breath,
Embrace the journey, near and far,
For in the end, life’s sweetest gift,
Is living truly, as we are.