In quiet corners where the sunlight falls,
He spoke of changes that our bodies face,
With laughter soft and knowing eyes aglow,
As though the secrets whispered in the breeze.

Were not to be ashamed of, but embraced,
A natural turning, like the seasons' call,
A blossoming where innocence departs,
And wisdom's tender petals start to seize.

The shifting landscape of our mortal frame,
A mystery unfolding, day by day,
No longer hidden in the shadows deep,
But brought to light, dispelling fear and shame.

He taught acceptance in a gentle way,
And sowed the seeds of truths we're meant to keep.

Tomaž Jevšenak