With threads of joy, and sorrow, intertwined.
Each stitch a moment, memories we conceive,
From laughter's bloom, to love's ethereal kind.
The loom of time, relentless in its pace,
Each passing thread, a story to unfold.
Through trials and triumphs, we find our grace,
In patterns intricate, both young and old.
The warp and weft, our choices, strong and bold,
Embroidered with decisions, big and small.
The needle of destiny, a tale to be told,
A tapestry of life, for which we stand tall.
Sometimes the threads are frayed, and tears may fall,
The pattern seems to fade, and hope grows dim.
But with each sunrise, a new thread we enthrall,
And find resilience, in the tapestry within.
For life is a journey, a path we must tread,
A tapestry woven, with colors bright and dim.
Each thread a lesson, in the stories we read,
A vibrant masterpiece, a legacy to brim.