Life Song

   We are born...
   Then we die.
   We live life for a moment and then it is gone. It is but a breath. A breath drawn quickly from the depths of the innermost recesses of a being.
   A flower at the beginning of summer, fading toward the end of fall.
   Life is a book. It is open, then it is closed.
   A bright light that goes out with a small breath of air. A tree that grows overnight, then is cut down. A slice of cake that is gone in a single bite.
   Life is a song. It swells and grows, then fades at the end of the music.