In the heart of tender years, a whisper grows,
A gentle murmur of dreams yet unseen,
Where innocence dances with the unknown,
In the cradle of a world so freshly green.

Adolescence like a river flows,
Through valleys of laughter, peaks of tears,
A landscape painted with vibrant hues,
Where courage battles with budding fears.

In the mirror of time, reflections change,
A tapestry woven with threads of growth,
The search for self, an endless voyage,
In the labyrinth of promise and oath.

Oh, the symphony of youth, so pure and wild,
A canvas of potential, unrestrained,
Where every heartbeat writes a story,
In the book of life, yet unexplained.