A Poem About Life

I would like to write
a poem about life
with no measure in sight,
no beat, no rhyme.

Free as the morning bird,
it would sing itself to sleep.
Glory would be heard
when it’d dare itself to dream.

In its magnificent state
it would bury our Fate.
Crawling in its own dawn
it would die and be reborn.

Yet another poem about poetry. But what's better than poetry, anyway?