Life

Life is how you mean it.
Transient it be,
It is made figment
By stirring soulful ideas.

It is fomented by passion untold,
Deeply felt and cared for.

To generate love is man’s choice;
Man’s choice thus to behold world.

Desperate we go not,
To behold but our heart
Of all good vision
To create all beauty.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin