Shades of the past are full of color
Light refractions through time beckon my imagination
all things change, evolve, adapt
As we travel along our life path
I contemplate if the road was paved with aforethought
were the bridges built before we crossed them?
The branches of life grow random, yet guided
They reach to the sky, and rejuvenate through storm
The measure is not in mass, nor strength
but in beauty, and grandeur
The true mark of poise is felt and carried
in the mirrors of recollection, and visions of fate
Respect holds no boundary
