Eternal Dance of Life

Life is not short! In fact life is lengthened long, Long for seeds of grace to germinate and sprout into emerald sprouts, And the callow shrubs can grow into bushy bushes. Life is adequate enough for an innocent boy, To proceed into a man of substance, For a beautiful girl to advance into a woman of wisdom, Each moment a chance for transformation, From the raw potential of youth, To the seasoned strength of maturity. Life unfolds at its own rhythm, A symphony of experiences and lessons, Guiding us along the path of self-discovery, Nurturing the seeds of greatness within us, Until we bloom into our fullest selves. Life is a boundless eternal dance, Beyond the grasp of time's cold hands. Not a tally of breaths inhaled, Nor a calculation on a mortal scale. Life and time, distant kin indeed, One flowing freely, the other bound by need. Life's essence not confined by tick or tock, It dances and weaves through time's endless clock. A process separate, a journey untamed, Life's essence remains, forever unchained. As time's final curtain begins to draw near, Life's spirit soars, unburdened by fear. In the grand arras of being, Life's strings interlock, a sublime resistance. Beyond the measure of time's fleeting chime, Life endures, eternal and sublime.