In the swift dance of days and nights,
Youth whispers secrets in the breeze,
Chasing dreams on paper kites,
Time moves like the rustling trees.

Footsteps echo on the paths we tread,
Old toys gather dust on the shelf,
Memories of stories read,
Now we search for our true self.

Stars once watched with wonder’s gaze,
Now guide us through the shadows near,
Yet in the heart, a child’s blaze,
Burns with hope, untainted by fear.

Innocence lost, yet wisdom gained,
In every tear and every laugh,
Through the storms, love unfeigned,
We grow, but never quite enough.