In the race to live, we leave life behind, Chasing shadows, to purpose confined. Good or bad of companions fade, In life’s mirror, fleetingly displayed.
What matters not is the wealth amassed, For treasures of spirit alone will last. Pursue your goals, but pause to see, The beauty woven in life’s journey.
She stays behind, yet always leads, A turtle whose shell holds all she needs. Where she stands, a home is made, Neither behind nor ahead—simply unafraid.
In step with time, with grace she moves, In harmony with all, her quiet groove. Walking this path, to be with you, The journey of my life, guided by you.
