GROWING UP

In the garden of innocence, we first bloomed,

Tiny petals of laughter, in innocence consumed.

Childhood whispers, like the wind through the trees,

Unaware of the shadows, dancing with such ease.

But time, the silent thief, stole moments away,

As we ventured into the fields of the grown-up's play.

In the tapestry of life, threads began to weave,

A mosaic of joy and sorrow, a tapestry to believe.

The playground echoes, now just a distant song,

As we navigate a world where we no longer belong.

Footsteps echo louder, a steady drumbeat,

Growing up, a journey with no retreat.

The sunsets of youth painted in hues so bright,

Now give way to twilight, a more somber light.

In the mirror, reflections of the past,

A kaleidoscope of memories, too beautiful to last.

The heart, once tender, now wears scars,

Bearing witness to the battles, both near and far.

Yet, within the ache, resilience takes root,

A testament to the strength gained, absolute.

Friendships forged in the crucible of time,

A symphony of laughter, tears, and rhyme.

Yet, some faces fade, like stars in the night,

Leaving behind echoes, silent and light.

Oh, the bittersweet dance of growing wings,

Learning to fly, despite the heartache it brings.

The cocoon of innocence sheds its cocoon,

Emerging transformed, under the watchful moon.

Through the seasons of change, we navigate,

The compass of the heart, an unwavering fate.

Growing up, a tapestry woven with grace,

Each thread a story, etched on life's embrace.