Some people water your roots, some people pick your flowers. wisdom is who you let in your garden.

She dances with the spirit of the sun, loves with the strength of wild water, moves with the moods of the moon, and creates with the will of the winds. She is magic. She is woman.

We rush through childhood, dreaming to grow, Counting the years, waiting for life to unfold. We dream of being older, wiser, and free, Never knowing how precious those young days would be. Then adulthood comes with its endless demands, With dreams in our hearts and the world in our hands. We chase after success, after money, after time, Forgetting that life is not a finish line. We spend our youth wishing tomorrow would stay, Always believing there’s a better day. Yet while we are chasing what lies up ahead, The beauty of now quietly slips away . And when the years begin to soften our eyes, We finally see through the world’s little lies. We learn that the moments we hurried to pass Were the very same moments we wished we could grasp. We understand love after losing its touch, We understand time when we’ve wasted too much. We learn to appreciate the ordinary things A quiet morning, a smile, the peace that it brings. What a strange species we are Always chasing the next chapter, While the page we are living Is already becoming a memory.

𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.