The Tapestry of Life

Life is a river, wild and free,
A journey unwritten, unique as can be.
It winds and it bends, it rises and falls,
Cutting pathways only the sojourner knows through it all.

Life is a canvas, dark and bright,
Brushed with shadow, blazed with light.
Every line tells a story, bold or slight,
Of dreams that soar and fears that bite.

Life is a dance, a rhythm, a song,
A melody short, yet endlessly strong.
Feet stumble, hearts race to the beat,
Every misstep makes the story whole.

Life is a storm, wild yet gentle,
Clearing clutter, sharpening the soul.
It breaks us open, then lets us mend,
A cycle of beginnings that never ends.

Life is a gift, unplanned and raw,
Slipping like sand through a closed hand.
It whispers, "Live," with every breath,
For life's true beauty is defying death.

So live the moments, the highs and lows,
Embrace the thorns among the rose.
For life is short, a fragile art—
A flickering flame within the heart.