Life

This poem is called, 'Life.' It captures the journey we all take, from youth to old age, and death; reminding us, of the universal cycle of life:

In whispers of the wind, our voices sigh,
From shadows of the past, where memories lie.
"What you are now, we used to be,"
In youthful bloom, life's tapestry.

Through spring's bright dawn, summer's high noon,
We danced beneath the same bright moon.
Laughter echoed, dreams unfurled,
In the vibrant, ever-spinning world.

Aging came, like a slow-turning tide,
With the grace of time, we did not hide.
Lines of stories, etched on skin,
Traces of a journey, both outward and within.

"What we are now, you will be,"
Words from the quiet of eternity.
As autumn leaves fall, serene, resigned,
We journeyed forth, leaving youth behind.

In the hush of night, under starlit skies,
We embraced the end, closing tired eyes.
Now, we whisper in the rustling leaves,
In the silent night, where the spirit grieves.

So, heed the words from those gone before,
Life's a fleeting wave, crashing on the shore.
Embrace each moment, love deeply, be kind,
For in this cycle, peace you'll find.

"What you are now, we used to be,"
In the dance of time, life's mystery.
"What we are now, you will be,"
In the gentle arms of eternity.