In the cycle of existence

In the cycle of existence, we revolve, A loop of new beginnings and the past ends, The moon fades in the morning glow, Yet, it rises again at night, with time as its guide. Like rivers winding down from mountains to seas, Our moments slip into the winding shadowy past, The perpetual sights and sounds of waves beating the shores, Evoke echoes of our fleeting essence, staying in our hearts. The cyclic seasons, a true glimpse of our existence, From Spring birth to winter demise, as we get born and die, The withering lotus spreads its seed, In the quiet of death, life's roots are found. Through birth and loss, the wheel turns round, A harmony deep in existence is found. Each step we tread, though fraught or divine, Threads us to a tapestry grand and fine.