Gachanja

In the quiet moments of twilight's embrace,

Gachanja ponders with a solemn grace,

That all he holds dear will one day depart,

Yet in love's vast realm, resides a heart.

For everything cherished, may fade away,

Like whispers lost to the dying day,

But love, oh love, in its infinite sway,

Returns anew in a different array.

Through the cycle of seasons, life's ebb and flow,

Gachanja learns, letting love's essence grow,

In the laughter of children, in nature's dance,

Love resurrects, giving life a second chance.

Though tears may fall, and sorrows may creep,

In love's tender touch, he finds solace deep,

For every goodbye, a hello awaits,

In the tapestry of love, no bond abates.

So Gachanja watches with knowing eyes,

As love's eternal truth begins to arise,

For though all he loves may someday be lost,

In love's enduring essence, he finds his most.

And so he lives, with a heart unfurled,

Knowing that love, in all its grandeur, unfurls,

For everything you love may one day depart,

Yet in the end, love returns, a work of art.