In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
We see the shadows of our younger days,
The laughter, the tears, the dreams so bright,
All etched in the fragile, fleeting haze.

As time unfolds its gentle, relentless hand,
We learn to dance through storms and sun,
Embracing change, we start to understand,
That growing up is a journey never done.

The seasons of life, they come and go,
Each one leaving a mark, a story to tell,
From the innocence of youth, to wisdom’s glow,
We weave our tapestry, where memories dwell.

So let us cherish each moment, each breath,
For in the midst of life’s unending race,
It’s the simple joys that outshine death,
And remind us of our true, timeless grace.