Days Grow Old

In a flurry of noises did I wake

Blinding lights pouncing on my eyes

Little did I know

Yet my imagination flew free

Slowly I began developing and growing.

Creating a deeper understanding of the world around me

I danced in the glistening rain

Ran through the peaceful fields and meadows

My wings spread and I soon left the nest.

Time flew by and life became slow

I no longer danced or leaped

I no longer ran or jumped.

I spent the blissful sunset slowly rocking in my chair

Each day was mundane yet threatening.

I felt like a burning fire, slowly dying out.

I still remember my childhood days as well as my adulthood

Soon, my eyes shrank like cotton seeds

Living out my final days

I lied down and kept my silence.

There is always an end and start.

We can't change the way fate rises or falls.