Life is fleeting

Like a rainbow, firmly arcing the sky one moment,

and fading in the moment your eyes stray.

Life is fragile

With the red blood coursing, pulsing, through your veins

the only connection to the world of the living.

Once the flow stops,

it a l l stops.

When the right time comes,

Life is like a wilting flower,

Ready to be picked,

B u t n o t g r a b b e d.