Chacha

In the dance of time, Chacha found her way,

A lady bold, beneath the sun's soft ray.

Forward she stepped, with purpose and grace,

Yet in reflection, she glimpsed another space.

Through life's intricate, winding maze,

Chacha realized, in a thoughtful daze,

Dots connected, in patterns unseen,

A tapestry of moments, where she had been.

Each step, a chapter, a tale untold,

In the symphony of memories, stories unfold.

For we live our lives in the forward stream,

But it's in looking back, we truly dream.

Paths intersect, like whispers in the wind,

Chacha embraced the journey that life pinned.

With newfound wisdom, she softly smiled,

In the echoes of time, her spirit compiled.

So dance, dear Chacha, in the present's embrace,

For every step forward, leaves a trace.

Connect the dots, as you wander through,

A masterpiece of moments, painted by you.