In the garden of life, where time softly flows,
Maturity blossoms, as the true essence grows.
Not merely a number, nor etched in our years,
It’s woven in wisdom, through laughter and tears.

With each passing season, we gather our grace,
Learning to listen, to embrace every face.
It's not just in aging, but in choices we make,
In the moments we ponder, the hearts we awake.

For maturity whispers in soft, gentle tones,
In the kindness we offer, in the love that we’ve sown.
It’s the way that we nurture the souls that we meet,
With a warmth that transcends, makes our lives feel complete.

We stand at the crossroads, where paths intertwine,
Learning to cherish the shadows that shine.
In the heat of the struggle, through heartache and strife,
Maturity strengthens the fabric of life.
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