Life

A flower, fragile, pleasing to the eyes,
With just one bitter frost it wilts and dies,
A flame, so beautiful, yet just one breath,
Of wind will put it out, will cause its death,
Ephemeral, this life we find to be,
Like glass, it cracks and breaks so easily,
Yet though this life is short and sweet, we must,
Give meaning to it ere it turns to dust,
For there is opportunity to make,
Our mark upon this world from which we take,
So much throughout our fleeting mortal lives,
Therefore, ensure our legacy survives,
Though let it not be deeds and words unkind,
But acts of peace and love we leave behind.