I will never again take a single day for granted, Or waste a single moment on worries I can’t change. I will never again be held back by fear or doubt,
By Business management4 months ago in Poets
Crumbling, like a tower made of sand, That slowly falls apart, brick by brick, And though it once stood tall and grand, Now all that's left is a pile of sticks.
Growing up is a journey, a path we all must take, With laughter and tears, and memories to make. It starts with childhood, filled with innocence and fun,
The hardest part, the steepest climb, The journey that tests our heart and mind. A challenge that makes us want to turn away,
Zoom in, focus on the details, That often go unnoticed, unseen, For they hold the magic and the key, To understanding what they mean.
Surrender, the heart whispers soft Let go of control, give in to the truth Embrace what is, let go of what’s not Find peace in the chaos, release all proof
A ticking sound with every beat A mechanism so finely tuned With gears and springs, oh so neat It's never missed a single moon
The world is full of wonder and surprise, A tapestry woven with a skill so fine, Of beauty in the mountains and the skies,
Open wide the doors of life And let the winds of change blow in. Embrace the journey, overcome strife, And let new opportunities begin.
A new plan, a fresh start, A chance to write a brand new part. To leave the past behind and move ahead, With hope and purpose that won't shed.
Slow growth is like a tree, That takes its time to reach its peak, But with each passing day, It grows stronger and stronger, deep.
Rituals, they hold a sacred space, In our hearts and minds, they bring us grace. A way to connect, to something divine, A path to peace, and a feeling so fine.
