As springtime blooms with radiant light,
Like a burst of colour in a painter's sight,
Shadows dance upon the ground,
Like a waltz of darkness that's profound,
A contrast of dark and bright,
Like a yin-yang balance in sight,
In the paths of life, we've found,
Like a labyrinth where we're bound.
For every step, we take with grace,
Like a dancer moving in space,
A shadow falls behind,
Like a faithful friend that's kind,
A reminder of the earthly race,
Like a clock ticking at a steady pace,
That we're on until we find,
Like a treasure that's left behind.
The end of life's long winding road,
Like a story with a heavy load,
Where shadows fade away,
Like a mist on a sunny day.
And we're left with what we sowed,
Like a harvest that's fully grown,
In the light of every day,
Like a sun that brightens our way.
But in the springtime, shadows play,
Like actors in a grand display,
A game of light and dark,
Like a dance with a playful spark,
A contrast of the night and day,
Like a melody with a different sway,
Of the journey that we embark on,
Like a ship that sails in the dark.
So let us bask in springtime's glow,
Like a river that gently flows,
And cherish every stride,
Like a precious moment that's alive,
For in the light and shadows' flow,
Like a river that ebbs and flows,
Our life's path we must abide,
Like a sailor that sets a course with pride.
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