聖徳高野

The Golden Tapestry The years have woven a tapestry rich and deep, With threads of silver, and secrets the heart likes to keep. Through seasons of sunshine, through shadows of rain, We gather the wisdom of laughter and pain. At seventy-four, the horizon is wide, With peace like a river and joy as a guide. The hurried pace slows to a gentle, sweet grace, And time leaves its beauty on every loved face. No longer a race for the faraway shore, The treasure we cherish is right at the door— In the war