Life

Breezes surrounding, blustering leaves.
The sweet dew as a sort of life juice to the thirsting insect.
The sparrow has breakfast, an early bird indeed.
The mate flutters by, he passes his seed.
The feline sets below, a life cycle before my eyes.

The man and the wretch, never supposed a happy life.
Ah, yes more than meets the eye, ripped and tattered.
A shiny golden lust, the twinkle in the water.

I step upon a ledge, my life held in my hands.
Should I leap? The long lasting rush says no.
But yes says the giggling crowd below.
The mean bush picks the silk, the unsuspecting see nothing.
They blind easily, but hunger mightily.
Generations of mortal men pass, through truths remain.
Death is life, life is death.