A mighty fallen tree on my path , reminded me of days to come and a "proem" was born ....
Cherish the Change!
Bruised grapes, with time's gentle touch, transform into a cherished wine.
Curdled milk, reborn by skilled hands, becomes a delightful cheese.
Withered rose, past its vibrant bloom, finds new life as a captivating fragrance.
A fallen tree's final gift - undefeated in spirit - firewood to chase away winter's chill.
Time marches on, youth may fade.
But wisdom grows, a wellspring to nourish.
Change, like the bruised grape to wine, milk to cheese, rose to perfume, is inevitable.
Embrace the journey, for both beginning and end hold beauty.