alive children's poetry
alive is a fleeting state,
with the wind blowing on their tree brils,
the moon's light in the dust settles,
any lasting time is a moment of passing.

It is the finite nature of existence that draws
this quiet stillness,
in which every second is its own moment.
the fly of the蛾 blinks so rapidly,
broken fragments that pierce through time;
while the sun shines, it does not dwell long,
but in the shadows it too is a fleeting spark.

But what we cannot escape is death itself,
for no matter how great our existence is,
it is nothing but a fleeting moment,
and for us, death is simply a fire that burns through the night.
the earth whispers to the dust below,
and the dust itself smokes with the fire's flames.

But we are not just any thing; we have
a distinct quality of being human,
sensitive and fragile,
but also capable of something great.
with our years passed away in careful hands,
and our efforts made perfect by the sun and moon,
we are shaped into something that stands tall—
strong, confident, even if others doubt.

the fire that burns through us is so bright,
it glows from within us,
and even though we may die before it does,
our spirit will be born of this fire.
the warmth that flows from the earth
is for every living thing,
for no matter how great or small our fate is,
we are born anew with that fire in our veins.

any life, any existence,
is but a fleeting moment to all we have known.
we may die before anyone can see us,
but we must be seen by those who know us.

and yet, this moment of time does not fade,
it carries us from one day to the next,
from the dawn of a morning to the late hours of a night.

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