Whispers of the morning light, softly they call,
In the mirror, traces of stories untold,
Lines carved by laughter, tears that fall,
A tapestry of life, gracefully unfolds.
The autumn leaves, in their golden descent,
Mirror the soul’s quiet, gentle retreat,
Wisdom gathered in moments spent,
Lifeâs melody, a rhythm bittersweet.
As the moon rises, casting silvered glow,
Memories dance in the twilightâs embrace,
Echoes of youth, where dreams used to flow,
Now rest in the heart, a sacred space.
Embrace the seasons, as they slowly turn,
In every wrinkle, a story resides,
In the heart’s flame, forever they burn,
Aging, a journey where the soul abides.