Beauty must light the spark in our eyes, Where laughter resounds, and humor flies. Amid the dance of autumn’s leaves, A fleeting grace our heart retrieves.
Through time’s vast realm, we pilgrims roam, Each step a journey, each moment home. Let us not forget, as days unwind, The splendor etched in life’s design.
In the race to live, we leave life behind, Chasing shadows, to purpose confined. Good or bad of companions fade, In life’s mirror, fleetingly displayed.
What matters not is the wealth amassed, For treasures of spirit alone will last. Pursue your goals, but pause to see, The beauty woven in life’s journey.
What does a fish do when it’s thirsty, In waters vast, deep, and earthy? Surrounded by all it could desire, Why leap toward the hook’s cruel fire?
Is it hunger, a pang so raw? Or the want of more, a fatal flaw? What pulls us out, what draws us in, The endless dance of loss and win.
Have we not all we ever need? Yet still, we chase, we ache, we plead. Like the fish, we swim, we yearn, we stray, When the world is enough, right where we stay.
