metaphore

Life is a book, each day a new page,

With chapters of laughter, and trials of rage.

Time is a river, ever flowing and wide,

Carrying dreams on its relentless tide.

Love is a flame, warm and ever bright,

Illuminating paths in the depths of the night.

Hope is a seed, waiting to grow,

In the garden of hearts, where true feelings flow.

Memories are stars, scattered in the sky,

Guiding us home, as the years drift by.