Echoes Through the Years

In the cradle’s gentle sway

Happiness is a soft, warm play

Where toys are treasures, dreams are near

And every laugh is crystal clear.

As the years weave patterns bright

In childhood’s dawn, in golden light

Joy is found in simple things—

A butterfly, a swing that sings.

Through adolescent, restless stride

Happiness takes its deeper side

In friendships forged and passions bold

In stories shared and hearts of gold.

With each age, a shifting view

In youth’s embrace, the world is new

Then comes adulthood’s vast expanse

Where goals are chased and hopes advance.

Yet as the days grow long and grey

Wisdom blooms in the twilight sway

In memories rich, in tales well-spun

In quiet moments, joy’s still won.

Old age, a canvas worn with time

Speaks softly in a gentle rhyme

Happiness, a precious thread

In laughter shared and words unsaid.

Through echoes of the years so grand

In each life’s touch and gentle hand

The dance of time, both slow and fleet

Reveals that joy is bittersweet.

So as the seasons turn and blend

Find happiness in every end

In every stage, let heart be free

For life’s a gift, a melody.