passing of time

Beginning of life
As young children
With cute soft faces
We hold everyone’s hand
Young and innocent
Trusting and naive.
With each sunset
Adds a new ring
On the tree trunk.
Spiraling into our
New selves.
With definition
of our cheekbones
And lines around
Our eyes.
We are to remember
Where we come from.
Each new ring
Is space for all of our
Sorrow and misunderstanding
Growth and strength
Love and happiness.
Growing up &
Passing of time,
Isn’t a timer for
the end
It’s gratitude.
Gratitude for the time
Of before.
And wisdom
For the coming.
Gratitude for now.

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