In the woven tapestry of our days,
Threads of gold and silver weave,
Moments fleeting, yet they stay,
Etched in hearts, they never leave.

Through the storm and through the calm,
Every step a tale to tell,
Voices whisper, sweet and warm,
In our souls, they gently dwell.

Mountains high and valleys low,
Paths that twist and sometimes bend,
With each sunrise, we will grow,
Finding strength in every friend.

So we walk this road of time,
Hand in hand, through joy and strife,
In each heartbeat, in each rhyme,
We embrace the journey of life.