Tenderly, life is a delicate breath,
Caught in a dance between living and death.
Every bloom's beauty is born with a sigh, Fading to dust as the summer goes by.
Yet in this fleeting, this fragile parade,
Strength is revealed as the shadows are made.
Where there is sorrow, a new song takes flight,
Grief turns to wisdom, and darkness to light.
Here in the breaking, the mending is found,
Life's truest purpose is all around.
Loss is a seed for a different form,
Born from the sorrow and fed by the storm.
