Value of Moments

Twice has passed the waxing crescent,
Three-score cycles of dawn and twilight.
With such paces evanescent
Chases zephyr of time's flight.
We wandered through an unknown realm,
Attempt to comprehend its mysterious form.
Confusions, frustrations, and finally fruitions,
Guided by these able hands.
Those who are willing to bond,
Those who are kind to share,
My comrades and my kins,
Thanks to them,
In sadness or joy,
We shall leave with new found wisdom
and engraved memories—
Moments that forever eclipse the hardship,
for the seasons to come.