Life is like a river, winding through the land,
It carves its path with gentle, unseen hand.
Over rocks and through the trees, it goes,
Reflecting skies above in endless flows.

Life is like the seasons, ever turning,
From the warmth of summer to winter’s yearning.
Each moment a fleeting, precious gift,
With lessons learned and spirits that lift.

Life is like a dance, with steps so grand,
A rhythm shared by all who understand.
We move in time, to melodies unknown,
Together or alone, our paths are shown.

Life is like a story, with chapters to unfold,
Each page a mystery, a tale to be told.
Through joys and sorrows, we find our way,
Writing our own ending, come what may.