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.
To have faith is both hope and fear, Two sides entwined, a bond held dear. The farmer sows, his heart at ease, Yet fears the drought, the blight, disease.
Hope fills his heart, it lifts his way, With wings that bear him day by day. The higher he soars, the harder he tries, Like medicine’s taste, bitter but wise.
In hope he labors, free from rest, His spirit’s aim, a soul possessed. For faith’s true strength, both fierce and kind, Lives where hope and fear entwine.
