Life

My imagination stocks like a drop of water on the edge of an umbrella when I seek to think of life. 

Well, vast it is like the eternity which gazes itself in the pool of its reflections, despite of all the blurry haze. 

Life's abundance isn't even enough to fill in the vessels of time, as it can only accommodate in the quenching thirst of the mankind. 

Undue hope it showers on the creatures who thrive, as if the plant never sought to bloom without the weeping skies. 

Nonetheless, it's audacity will not be serene 'cause, it's not always as rewarding as it may seem.