Imagine a man is in a sports career. He falls and gets back up. He loves his sport. |
In the life of strife, where spirits embrace, Competing souls find solace, a delicate grace. Trudging the length, a slow-paced race, Mirrors reflect their journey, challenges they face. Meet their gaze, where arrows align, Seizing the moment, a dance so divine. Through a narrow realm, a decree untold, Pharaoh's whispers guide, a story unfolds. Not just a tale, but a tree's silent plea, Some may perceive, a narrative to be. A sapling that rises with courage untamed, To fall like a vase, briefly maimed. Yet, from the shards, resilience blooms, A rise from the fall, destiny resumes. Earns a rose, a token profound, To spend on a dine, victories crowned. Either way, swinging on life's vine, A quest for triumph, a rhythm, a sign. Seeking victory's tune, a celestial chime, In life's grand competition, a timeless rhyme. |