Who can say what Life is?
Is it that moment of first breath when we awake in the world?
Or maybe that last breath as we exit?
Is life the gift Mother nature hands us?
When a warm summer breeze ripples over hot skin
baking in the sun, and creates a cooling shiver
Life can be watching a seed burst into life,
bringing fragrant blooms to delight our senses
and restore peace to troubled souls.
When the sun shines through falling rain
and creates an arc of magical hues overhead,
then Life exists within the promise of a rainbow.
Life can be found in the innocence of a childs smile,
or in the grace of an embrace given
by long forgotten friends
Life leads ultimately to death, the circle complete.
It's path always known perhaps, and now seen clearly
for life is, I now believe, the ultimate Journey from God …to..God
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Life is everything from beginning to ending all the beauty and trials, heartaches and love between. Life swims and swirls and flies all around. I enjoy the journey and look forward to it never ending. A wonderful, thought provoking poem. Thank you poetess and friend.