Hollow life

In the rush of the day, in the hum of the night,

Many pass through this world with nary a sight.

Blinded by routine, consumed by their strife,

They forget to embrace the gift of life.

Through bustling streets and corridors cold,

They chase after dreams, as years swiftly unfold.

But in their pursuit of elusive gain,

They overlook the beauty, the joy, and the pain.

The laughter of children, the whisper of trees,

The gentle caress of a cool summer breeze.

These treasures unnoticed, they slip through the cracks,

As time marches on, and moments turn to tracks.

Oh, the tragedy of lives lived in haste,

Where moments of wonder are brushed aside,misplaced.

For in the quiet corners, in the stillness profound,

Lies the truest riches, waiting to be found.

So let us pause, let us open our eyes,

To the miracles unfolding beneath endless skies.

For in the not appreciating of life, we find,

A hollow existence, devoid of the divine.