poem end or beginning?

At the end of the beginning,

when the world was fresh and new, there was a sense of wonder, in everything we'd do.


The sun would rise each morning, with a warm and gentle glow, and we'd wake up with excitement, to see where the day would go.

The flowers in the fields would bloom, and the birds would sing their song, and we'd dance beneath the rainbow, feeling free and truly strong.

But as time went on, we grew tired, of the same old routine, and we longed for something different, something we had not yet seen.

So we set out on a journey, to discover what lay ahead, and we faced many challenges, as we moved forward with our tread.

But at last, we reached the end, of the beginning we once knew, and we stood there, feeling bittersweet, as we bid our youth adieu.

For while we may have lost some things, along the way we gained much more, and we learned to face our fears, and to never settle for what's in store.

So now we stand at the crossroads, of a future yet unwritten, and we take the lessons we have learned, to start anew, unbidden.

For at the end of the beginning, lies the start of something new, and we face it with excitement, and the hope that it will be true.