In early fall’s tender bloom, my garden whispers truths— To ..
In early fall’s tender bloom, my garden whispers truths—
To cherish life’s full circle, not just youth’s bright hues.
For beauty dwells in the weathered and worn,
Like petals turned gold, like the paths I've borne.
And as I gaze at my feet, each line and scar,
They tell the story of how far we are,
From shiny beginnings to well-traveled ground,
In life’s quiet details, true grace is found.