Journey of Life

A tapestry of moments, finely spun, Where sunlit mornings yield to dark that's won By the slow, turning clock and shifting tide, A restless, boundless journey where we ride. It starts as breath, a sudden, startled sound, With tiny steps upon uncertain ground, A world of wonder, innocent and bright, Before the shadows creep into the light. We chase the dreams that flicker and take hold, Through open fields of courage, brave and bold. We taste the sweet of triumph, hard-won prize, And feel the sting of tears behind our eyes. The path unwinds through mountains, steep and gray, Where doubt and failure try to bar the way. We stumble, fall, and rise with dusty grace, With lines of wisdom etched upon the face. The canvas changes, colors blend and fade, From vibrant hues where promises were made, To softer tones of quiet, settled peace, As storms abate and hurried footsteps cease. It's not the goal, the finish or the end, But every twist and corner, foe and friend; The love we share, the sorrow we forgive, The simple, fierce desire just to live. A fleeting gift, a candle in the night, To hold it close and burn it true and bright. Then, when the final whisper takes its flight,