Like star trails shimmering, we find our place.
A tapestry of dreams, celestial light,
We exist, eternal in the velvet’s might.
Like shooting stars, we blaze across the sky,
Leaving trails of wonders as time drifts by.
A dance of stardust, a cosmic symphony,
Our souls entwined in cosmic harmony.
But all that shines must also fade away,
Like blossoms blooming, destined to decay.
In nature’s cycle, we find our mortal fate,
To exit and decompose, a bittersweet state.
Yet even in decay, beauty still remains,
As petals wither, new life still sustains.
Transformation, a promise in disguise,
From life to death, a soul forever flies.
For in our existence, transient or long,
We leave imprints, echoes of our song.
Like star trails shimmering with fading light,
Or blossoms fading, yet forever bright.
So let us live, in every precious breath,
Embrace the beauty, love until our death.
For as we exit, like stars or blooming flowers,
Our essence lingers, unveiling timeless powers.
Zoé Haynes-Smith Photography 