Literary: Continuously...

Life is like the water of a brook

It cannot be held firmly by hand

It moves continuously to its end

Forced by time to move.

Life is like a woman's song

It is sweet and glad, bitter and sad

It reaches its highest note

Then the melody slowly fades away.

Life is like a spider web

Made so beautifully by time

Unique and incomparable

But will break because of its fragility.

Life is like a name written in sand

So distinct at the first sight

Made to be seen and known

But is grasped by the tide anyhow.

And so life moves continuously

Continuously toward a stop

But what would life ever mean

If it never had an end?

By: Marie Begonia Cinco