Life is oozing with innate vigor
as sunbeams caress the earth.
Flora sprouts a welcome bliss,
as fauna makes merry a novel day.

The cycle of life is constant
as timepiece keeps clicking,
To reckon how moment in time
promenades into the state of trance.

Though life is quite short
man still experiences apathy,
After existence becomes dreary
when one yields to irrational stance.

Sense of purpose once lost
makes any person susceptible,
To cause dejection and fraught
as if life is a smudge of indolence.