A tiny spark, a flicker bright,
Begins to glow with gentle light.
A breath is drawn, a cry rings out,
A brand new life, there is no doubt.
First steps are wobbly, small and slow,
The seeds of wonder start to grow.
With wide-eyed gaze, the world\'s embraced,
A joyful smile on a sweet face.
The sun climbs high, a golden ray,
We run and laugh and sing and play.
We chase the dreams that fill our heads,
With rose-hued hopes in flowerbeds.
The days rush by, a fleeting stream,
Lost in a happy, sunlit dream.
We build our castles, strong and tall,
And never think they\'ll fade or fall.
But shadows lengthen, dusk draws near,
A whisper soft, a rising fear.
The vibrant hues begin to fade,
A somber tune, a serenade.
The body weakens, starts to bend,
We see the journey\'s nearing end.
The mirror shows a silvered crown,
A weary sigh, a letting down.
The memories flicker, dim and low,
Of faces loved, from long ago.
We grasp at moments, sweet and dear,
And shed a silent, falling tear.
The breath grows faint, the light grows dim,
We hear a distant, fading hymn.
The world recedes, a distant shore,
We close our eyes and dream no more.
Like petals falling from a bloom,
We\'re swallowed by the silent tomb.
A fleeting dance, a whispered word,
A life that\'s lived, then briefly heard.
So cherish every passing day,
Before it softly slips away.
For life\'s a gift, so frail and free,
A blink of time, for you and me.