We
keep
growing.
The seasons
change and people leave.
Through joy and sorrow, ups and down,
Learn to love and grieve.
Then reasons,
knowing,
sweep
free.

Day 11 and I ran out of luck(???) trying to find a 11 line poem (there are just not any). Finally I decided to use a combination of Fib poem and mirror rhyme. Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus last year as a 6-linepoem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line. hence a six line poem would have the following syllable count:

· 1 syllable for first line
· 1 syllable for second line
· 2 syllables for third
· 3 syllables for fourth
· 5 syllables for fifth
· 8 syllables for sixth

Since I wanted to extend it to 11 lines, the extended syllable count would be as follows:

· 5 syllables for seventh
· 3 syllables for eighth
· 2 syllables for ninth
· 1 syllable for tenth
· 1 syllable for last line

An additional challange, to have the lines with the same syllable count also rhyme - Lines 1 and 11, 2 and 10, 3 and 9, 4 and 8, 5 and 7. I had fun writing it out (also attempting to sound philosophical) and hope you, my dear readers, enjoyed reading it.