Life is a fragile, fleeting breath,
A whispered song between birth and death.
It weaves through shadows, light, and pain,
A dance of loss, of love, of gain.

In every tear, a story hides,
In every smile, a hope abides.
The heart may break, yet still beats strong,
Finding in sorrow, a silent song.

Life is the sun that warms the cold,
The dreams we chase, the truths we hold.
A journey painted in hues unseen,
Of moments lost and moments serene.

So hold it close, this precious flame,
For life is more than just a name—
It’s every breath, each step we take,
The courage found in hearts that ache.

And when the night feels dark and long,
Remember, life is still a song—
A fragile, fierce, and tender art,
The endless beating of the heart.