In the spaces between words, life whispers its meaning,
Soft murmurs carried on the wind of time,
A syllable of joy, a vowel of sorrow,
Shaping a story that belongs to no one and everyone.
In the dance of the leaves, in the roar of the waves,
Life sketches its purpose, an artist unbound,
A stroke of love here, a shade of loss there,
A masterpiece never finished, always found.
In the laughter of a child, in the wisdom of the old,
Life reveals its essence, a tapestry rich and bold,
Woven with threads of dreams and reality,
A narrative of being, ever evolving, ever told.