Life is oozing with innate vigor
as sunbeams caress the earth.
Flora sprouts a welcome bliss,
as fauna makes merry a novel day.
The cycle of life is constant
as timepiece keeps clicking,
To reckon how moment in time
promenades into the state of trance.
Though life is quite short
man still experiences apathy,
After existence becomes dreary
when one yields to irrational stance.
Sense of purpose once lost
makes any person susceptible,
To cause dejection and fraught
as if life is a smudge of indolence.
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A interesting poem about not taking life for granted methinks. Your first stanza is a bright and bold description of life at its best and the rest of the poem shows how it can so easily disappear into a sea of neglect. You're right, lethargy is often the culprit. A thoughtful, well considered write. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥