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An old man stands
alone in a field—
where whispers of time
are sown in shadow.
Life’s lessons linger
in the quiet breeze,
hidden wisdom
among the dancing trees.
The seasons turn,
as does the earth.
Spring awakens—
tender blooms
telling stories of rebirth.
Summer rises
in golden fire,
and echoes
of youthful passion
still drift through the air.
Then autumn arrives—
a fiery embrace.
Leaves fall like memories,
softly,
gracefully,
carried on the wind.
And winter follows,
with its quiet frost—
its cold hand
marking the years
like grains of sand.
The field transforms
as each chapter unfolds.
Every season
a story,
every season
a truth waiting to be told.
And in the deepening shadows
his eyes begin to gleam—
for life's quiet wisdom
is the poet’s dream.
So seek the shadows
where wisdom speaks.
For in their depths
hidden treasures wait.
The old man stands—
his soul at peace,
a witness
to life’s eternal cycle.