The moment man is born, his lessons begin,
Cradled by parents, taught right from within.
From gentle hands and familiar embrace,
He learns his first truths in that sacred space.
But time moves on, and the child must grow,
New phases appear, and new winds blow.
Beyond the home, the world expands wide,
Lessons arise where old truths collide.
What once was certain now starts to shift,
Life's changing seasons give and they drift.
Man must adapt, bend with the breeze,
Learning that change is life's silent decree.
Phases come calling, some gentle, some stern,
Each with a lesson he's destined to learn.
The past cannot anchor, nor hold him tight,
For growth comes only through trial and fight.
In every new stage, a new truth to find,
Shedding old skins, leaving none behind.
Yet through each change, one truth remains:
Life's sacred rhythm flows through joys and pains.
So man keeps moving, phase upon phase,
A student of life till his final days.
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