As nascent twilight yields to solar might;
The verdant valley, in a rich cascade
Of hues, awakens with the dawning light.
A peregrination through this fleeting hour,
Where every moment is a transient guest;
We cultivate the soul, the mind's own power,
And put the heart's endurance to the test.
The ephemeral nature of the human stage
Demands an ardor for the present plea;
To find our purpose on this mortal page,
And seek a truth in perpetuity.
So let us live with conscious, fervent grace,
Before oblivion doth our paths erase.
No comments:
Post a Comment