Youth's echo

Birds rise with the morning, 

Their song drifting through the wind,

A chorus of new beginnings.

Dawn emerges as shadows fade.

The world awakens, gifting us with another day.

The gentle breeze carries their song,

Spreading them through its whispers.

Each bird's flutter reminding us of time's constant movement.

Youth's echo lingers,

So close, yet never fully grasped.

Every sunrise brings a new beginning,

But as the day settles in,

It disappears, like the birds fading into the distance.

Time flows steadily through the day, 

Always there, but never seen.

Youth's echo lingers,

So close, yet never fully grasped...