Blogs
Crescendo of Time
|
Life, a symphony unseen, unfolds grand,
Not a candle's disband, but notes at hand.
Time's gentle hand guides each fleeting year,
A melody of triumph, joy, and tear.
No depletion, but experiences vast,
A tapestry woven, memories cast.
In quiet moments, beauty takes hold,
Reflections unfold, and growth unfolds.
The sun, an artist, paints hues so bright,
My years, like captivating stars, ignite.
Ordinary moments, a fertile ground,
Where wisdom blooms, and joy is found.
Mundane routines and simple joys combine,
To compose a symphony, a masterpiece divine.
In life's orchestra, I stand with pride,
My part to play, a harmonious tide.
No fear in the passage of time's sweet flow,
Embracing each note, letting my spirit grow.
Not the final chime, but a symphony's climb,
With grace and passion, ascending in time.
