In the tapestry of life, a thread we weave,
Time's steady hand, a tapestry to conceive.
It stretches forth, a boundless, endless sea,
A journey of change, for you and me.

From infancy's first breath to youth's bright bloom,
Through summers' warmth and winters' gloom,
Time guides us gently, like a hidden stream,
Unseen, unfelt, yet part of every dream.

We start as buds upon life's ancient tree,
Tiny and fragile, full of mystery.
But as the years unfold their tender grace,
We grow and change, in this vast cosmic space.

With each passing moment, we're reshaped anew,
Like sculpted clay, by time's deft hands, it's true.
Our faces bear the marks of joys and tears,
Our souls enriched by laughter and by fears.

The seasons turn, and so do we, in kind,
Inexorable change, a truth defined.
But as we age, we gain a deeper sight,
Embracing change, we find our inner light.

For time is not our foe, but our ally,
It grants us wisdom, if we do not deny.
With every passing year, a chance to grow,
To learn, to love, to let our spirits flow.

So, let us not resist the hands of time,
But dance along its rhythm, so sublime.
Embrace the change that life will surely bring,
And in its ever-shifting tide, we'll sing.

Time and change, the constants of our days,
In their eternal dance, we find our ways.
With open hearts, we'll face what lies ahead,
For in the flow of time, we're truly led.

As morning's dew gives way to the noon's embrace,
And daylight fades, stars fill the boundless space.
In cycles and rhythms, life's story unfolds,
With each chapter written in stories untold.

The young heart's fervor, a passionate fire,
Burning with dreams, reaching higher and higher.
But time gently tempers the flames of youth,
Molding us with grace, revealing life's truth.

The friendships we cherish, like gems they gleam,
Through time and change, they're the heart's true theme.
Though miles may part us, and years may pass by,
The bonds we've forged remain steadfast, oh so high.

In the mirror's reflection, we see lines and gray,
But in our hearts, a youthful spirit will stay.
For age is but a number, a mere disguise,
The soul remains ageless as it takes to the skies.

So let us not mourn the passing of years,
But celebrate growth with joyful cheers.
In time's gentle hands, we find our grace,
Embracing change, as life's endless embrace.

With every sunrise and each sunset's glow,
We learn to let go and let our spirits flow.
Time and change, the tapestry of our days,
We journey together in its ever-changing maze.

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