Life...

The flame of life
Burns as short
As a candle in the night.

A sigh, a tear,
An eve of parting
In the summer of life.

Like the soft snow flakes,
Melting with touch;
Life is-yet beyond grasp.

Pure and innocent,
A fresh breath of air
Brings life back

Motionless, yet moving-
The sight of death,
In the season of life.