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William Shakespeare

A new born baby?

O fleeting breath, that thrives within celestial spheres, Embodiment of innocence, a new born baby appears. From whence did thou emerge, clad in thy mortal shell? A denizen of trepidation, in this earthly carousel. Oh, fair nature, thy gentle canvas hath bestowed, Upon this tiny visage, dearth of sorrows untold. Yet, as I gaze upon this infant's tender form, Methinks, within that soul descends a tempest's storm. For as the babe doth slumber, nestled in its mother's grace, The seeds of trifle discord already have their place. What fates lie dormant in that mewling voice, What tribulations, trials, shall forever be its choice? As moments fleet, and day begets the silent night, What path shall this young spirit tread in its earthly flight? Shall fortune smile upon its cherub face, Or cast it in a world, devoid of solace and grace? Upon this stage of existence, oh infant divine, The duality of life's design shall intertwine. Thou shalt endure the anguish, the joy, and the woe, As each moment leads thee, to a fate thou shall sow. Yet, amidst this maelstrom of life's daunting art, A beacon of hope still flickers within the heart. For with each breath, that tender babe doth take, A symphony of possibilities, its pure soul shall make. As time unfurls its tapestry, and seasons gently change, The babe grows into youth, and aspirations rearrange. The world, that vast stage, awaits with eager gaze, To see what fate this humble child shall amaze. Oh, innocence so fleeting, thou art but a fleeting breath, Within this vast universe, entwined with life and death. Yet, in thy fragile form, lies an infinite story, A journey of the soul, from birth to endless glory. So heed, ye mortals, seize this moment's guise, And savor the miracle before your human eyes. For in the new born baby, hope and wonder shine, A testament to life's grand design.