In the shadow of years, I've grown so tall, Yet whispers persist, as if still small. Used for strength, yet set aside, Needed not, though I abide. But oh, the world in colors bright, A tapestry woven in morning light. I pause to breathe in nature's grace, Finding beauty in every face. Through the doubts and fleeting cries, I rise anew beneath vast skies. This life, a gift, in its gentle sway, Holds wonder anew each dawning day.