Ipaye Tawakalt

The Seasons of Life

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the garden, Sarah sat on a weathered bench nestled among the flowers. Her hands, calloused from years of nurturing this place, traced the petals of a fading rose. She watched as a single leaf detached from a nearby tree, its journey to the ground mirroring her own life's path.