Fleeting Beings

In the abyss of the universe's grand design. Where celestial bodies ignite and align. A symphony of awe, skilfully spun. Unravels the riddle of life's mysterious run.

From the dawn of time to this very hour. Existence dances with mystical power. A kaleidoscope of moments, both joy and strife. Weaving the fabric of this precious life.

In every breath, a universe unfolds. A story of triumphs and tales untold. Each heartbeat a rhythm, a melody's call. A testament to life's rise and fall.

Through seasons of laughter and tears we tread. Seeking purpose in the paths we are led. For life's true essence lies not in the chase. But in the beauty found in every space.

Its there in the whispers of a gentle breeze. And in the laughter of a child's sweet pleas. Where we find the meaning that our souls desire. A connection that sets our hearts afire.

Alas, life's existence is not without pain. For sorrow and loss are part of its reign. But in the depths of darkness, we find light. A beacon of hope that guides us through night.

Yes life's existence is a fragile dance. A delicate balance of circumstance. And in its fleeting moments, we must find. The courage to cherish and love in kind.

So let us embrace this gift we've been given. With gratitude for the life we are living. For in the mosaic of existence's art. We find the essence of our beating heart.