In the brief time we have on earth, Creativity is a precious birth. A seed within us, waiting to grow, Blossoming into beauty, before we go.

We are but fleeting flowers, Born to bloom for just a few hours. Our time is limited, that we know, So let us make our creativity show.

Like petals opening to the sun, Our ideas unfurl, one by one. We create and craft, with each breath, Giving life to something new, until our death.

So let us embrace our time here, Allow our creativity to bloom without fear. And when we're gone, our legacy will stay, A reminder of the beauty we made each day.