In the garden of my youth, where innocence blooms,
Dreams soared high like kites in the endless sky,
Time whispered secrets in the gentle winds,
Painting tomorrow with colors of wonder and hope.
As days turned to years, the world stretched wide,
Horizons beckoned with promises untold,
Each step a dance on the edge of possibility,
A tapestry woven with threads of learning and growth.
Yet shadows grew longer as the sun climbed high,
Lessons carved in laughter and tears alike,
The weight of dreams tempered by realityâs touch,
Still, the heart held fast to its youthful song.
In the mirror of time, a reflection stands,
A soul enriched by the journey’s grace,
Embracing the dawn with eyes wide open,
Forever growing, forever becoming.