A Sonnet On Fulfilment Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Beneath the sky, where shifting seasons play,
Life weaves its threads of joy and quiet pain.
Each shadow cast enriches light of day,
For roses bloom from earth once kissed by rain.

The heart's a vessel, brimming tides that swell,
Both sorrow's whispers and the laughter's song.
A mirrored lake that holds what words can't tell,
Reflecting truths where night and dawn belong.

The stars above, like dreams, are faint yet near,
They guide us through the storms that bend our will.
In trials' forge, the soul grows crystal clear,
A mountain shaped by winds both harsh and still.

Fulfilment stands where opposites align,
A fleeting gift, eternal and divine.