In the quiet whispers of the night,
A soul reflects on journeys past,
With eyes that have seen both joy and plight,
A mature heart stands, steadfast.

Through storms that tested will and might,
It learned to bend, not break,
Embracing shadows, seeking light,
And finding peace in the smallest quake.

In solitude, it found its voice,
A gentle strength, profound,
With every choice, it learns to rejoice,
In the wisdom it has found.

A tapestry of laughter and tears,
Woven with threads of gold,
A testament to the passing years,
A story courageously told.