Life is a breeze that brushes the soul,
A fleeting whisper, a story untold.
It carries us high, it pulls us low,
Through fields of wonder, where dreams softly grow.
Each heartbeat a drum, each breath a prayer,
A step through moments both heavy and fair.
The laughter of children, the tears we cry,
All weave the fabric where meaning lies.
A seed in the earth, a star in the sky,
A question unanswered, a reason to try.
For life is the journey, not just the end,
A song still unfolding, a curve without bend.
So cherish the mornings, the nights so serene,
The spaces between what is felt and unseen.
For life is the spark, the infinite flame,
An endless adventure, unbound by name.