A turn around the sun,
The face wrinkles with elderly fun.
A child will die,
An adult will awaken.
A year towards death,
But I\'ve never been younger.
A woman rising from the ashes,
Through the flames of Gaia.
Age isn\'t a definition,
Only a measurement of experience,
Not wisdom.
An old souls eyes staring into the void,
As youth does not prevail.
Age is a cultural appropriation,
A law prohibition.
Let me grow my roots,
Imprint my demeanour into the very soil.
Humanise me,
But the other side excites me.