What is Life

What is life but a fleeting breath,
A dance of joy and shadows,
The tapestry woven with threads of time.

It is a journey, unpredictable and wild,
A symphony of laughter and tears,
Or a kaleidoscope of moments sublime.

Life is a riddle, a puzzle unsolved,
An enigma wrapped in whispers,
Like a song echoing through the air.

It is a canvas, that waits for paint,
Stories waiting to be told,
As a melody waiting to unfold.

Life is a heartbeat, steady and strong,
Like a fragile flame, with a flicker hope,
A delicate balance of right and wrong.

It is a garden, blooming with dreams,
The river, flowing with endless streams,
A wilderness, where freedom gleams.

Life can be questions, seeking answers,
And the journey, seeking purpose,
With a constant yearning for more.

It's the miracle, giving a precious gift,
The gift of love and to be loved,
A chance to explore and to adore.

So, embrace these fleeting breaths,
Dance with joy, face the shadows,
Weaving a tapestry with threads of time.

For life is a gift, a cherished treasure,
The masterpiece waiting to be discovered,
With its shortness, find life's rhyme.