In the clock of life, time dances.
Like weary birds seeking hopeful glances.
Let’s devote our moments to what is sincere,
Like the flowing river, always crystal clear.

Life is a sunflower, following its trail,
With its face to the sun, it will never fail.
It’s a candle that glows in the depth of the night,
Its flickering flame whispers truths of the light.
Forgiveness begins with ourselves, you see,
Then we can forgive others, as light as a breeze.
We’re not failures, just starting anew,
Step by step, we gather our pieces too.

Cherries and feats, money holds weight,
But what’s truly precious, we should celebrate.
What can’t be bought with coins or gold,
Are moments of love, the stories we hold.
Love in words, in gestures, in embraces,
Like blooming flowers, weaving our graces.
When the sea quiets and horizons grow dim,
There’s time to heal, like waves on a whim.

Unspoken words are like echoes in the air,
Floating like dreams that vanish with care.
Let’s express our desires today,
Look in the mirror, how much time slipped away?
Like a stagnant river, have we not renewed?
We’re miracles, a delicate tune,
Like a tree that grows, tracing its rune.
The shadows that loom are not our true fate,
Like fleeting clouds, they disperse with the great.

Let’s close our eyes, feel without barriers,
Like the wind that caresses, flying through areas.
Wounds are just marks, like paths we’ve tread,
Not chains that confine, but steps we’ve led.
Let’s mend the shards that time has cracked,
Like dawn that arrives, always intact.
Don’t wait for the end of life’s sweet song,
To give forgiveness where it’s long been wrong.

Like a river that flows, love’s essence appears,
Let’s love unconditionally, open our gears.
If they call us, great; if not, we remain.
Our essence is time, a gift we attain.
Life is a sunflower, seeking the light,
Like a wave that embraces, its constant flight.
And in a shoebox, let’s store our dreams,
Every lived...