Life is a painting brushed with fire Lantern-lit alleys hold dreams entire In bustling streets time softly flows A cup of tea where solace grows Happiness like water deep Its surging waves in silence keep Like drifting clouds near or far Unchained by time we are who we are Half is warmth in a fleeting spark Half is peace in twilight dark Mountains crossed we find retreat In simple days the worlds complete Strings hum softly shadows sway People come and go like clay A sip of spring a moon so bright Within the stillness lies true light Smiling through change rain or shine By lamplight pondering paths divine In dreams flowers bloom hearts align A single drink the rivers combine Half is warmth in a fleeting spark Half is peace in twilight dark Clear and fleeting fire and breeze Happiness whispers through the trees Life is a painting both rough and fine With fire and calm the colors align Half contentment half untamed skies A living poem where meaning lies