life

Life, a river winding unseen, Through valleys lost and peaks serene. A flicker born in dusk’s soft breath, It dances 'tween the light and death. We chase its edges, blind and wide, Unknowing where the currents hide. Yet every turn, each pause and bend, Speaks of beginnings that never end. In shadows deep, the answers lie— Not in the stars, but in the sky. Each fleeting cloud, each whispered sigh, Holds more than what our eyes belie. We’re moments stitched to timeless seams, Bound not by threads, but by our dreams. Each heartbeat sings an ancient song, A song that sings we all belong. Life is both the seed and soil, The tender root, the burning coil. It’s not the prize, but how we move, Through valleys thick and skies that prove. So let us walk not for the end, But for the steps we dare to mend. For in the tread, the truth is found— Not in the heights, but on the ground.