Life at its best

The sun awakes, a golden eye, On fields of green, beneath blue sky. A tiny seed, in earth so deep, Begins to stir, from winter's sleep. It pushes forth, with might and main, A fragile stem, against the rain. It drinks the light, it feels the breeze, And climbs towards the rustling trees. A little bird, with wings so bright, Takes to the air, in joyful flight. It sings a song, of life anew, Of skies so wide, and morning dew. A rushing stream, a silver thread, Carves pathways through, where mountains spread. It dances on, with laughter clear, And whispers tales, for all to hear. A loving heart, a gentle hand, Reaches out, across the land. To offer hope, to lend an ear, To dry a tear, and conquer fear. From tiny seed, to soaring bird, Each precious life, a whispered word. Of strength and grace, and beauty bold, A story told, that's never old. For life, at best, is simple grace, A smiling sun, a loving face. A chance to grow, a chance to shine, A truth divine, forever thine.