Of What is Life Made?

Of storms in tea-cups and mountains from mole-hills,
Of needles in hay-stacks and dew drops in oceans,
Of castles in thin air and grand mansions on clouds,
Of all this entangled and untangled, is what Life's made.

Of bangles that dangles and rambles and wrangles,
Of cinnamons and spices and vehemence and guises,
Of molecules and granules and ridicules and dumb mules,
Of all this defined and confined, is what Life's made.

Of slumbers and hungers and monsters and thunders,
Of mistakes that predates and heartaches on cupcakes
Of hoping and coping and brawlings and roaming
Of all this aspired and respired, is what Life's made.