Chelangat

In the hills where whispers roam,

Lived Chelangat, her spirit known,

In youthful grace, her steps were light,

Her laughter danced through the starry night.

But as time weaved its silent thread,

She noticed how others' faces fled,

Their words, a chorus of weary strain,

Their tales filled with bitterness and pain.

She pondered this truth, a subtle sting,

How complaints can dull a vibrant spring,

And watched as wrinkles etched their tale,

Of discontent that did prevail.

Chelangat chose a different vow,

To cherish each moment, then and now,

With gratitude's embrace, she chose to mold,

Her days into memories, gleaming gold.

For in the silence of her heart's retreat,

She found a joy that was ever sweet,

A light that glowed, undimmed by years,

And banished the shadows of all her fears.