In the quiet whispers of the passing days,
We learn the art of letting go and hold,
The echoes of childhood’s gentle plays,
Turn into stories of lessons untold.

As the dawn breaks with its golden hue,
We weave dreams with threads of hope and fear,
Facing the truths that once we never knew,
With courage found in every fallen tear.

The seasons change, and so do we inside,
Finding strength in scars that mark our skin,
In the mirror of time, there’s no place to hide,
Yet in acceptance, the true growth begins.

For maturity is not the loss of youth,
But the embrace of life’s intricate dance,
Where wisdom blooms in the soil of truth,
And every step is a second chance.