William Shakespeare

"MARU MORI"

Oh, muse of wisdom, lend thy voice to me, As I tread the precipice of thought, Where "Maru Mori," the essence of the whole, Doth weave a tapestry of fleeting time. In this vast realm, where shadows dance and play, We find ourselves entwined in nature's grasp, A reminder that all things must come to pass, For life, a shimmering flicker in the dark, Is but a fleeting sigh upon the breeze. What, then, is the nature of our being, If not the very core of love laid bare? For 'tis in joy's embrace and sorrow's sting We carve our names upon the scroll of fate, Like leaves that quiver in the autumn's breath, Each moment savored, sweetened by our pain, And yet we bear this transient burden bold, That all we hold so dear shall fade away, And in that truth, our hearts learn to rejoice, For every end doth lead to new beginnings, The cycle of existence ever spins. So let us ponder deep upon this truth, That life, though brief, is filled with wondrous dreams, And in our hearts, the echoes of the past Shall guide us through the tempest, hand in hand. Thus, embrace the fleeting, honor the now, For "Maru Mori" doth teach us to embrace The beauty of the ephemeral, In every sigh, a world of meaning cradled, As we, like artists, paint in shades of light, Our canvas a reflection of our souls, In transient strokes, we etch our legacy, And thus achieve, through impermanence, A triumph over time’s relentless march.