Grace

In a world where wisdom wears a crown,
There danced a fool, in a tattered gown,
With laughter bright and heart so free,
She spun her tales, a sight to see.

Her steps were light, a carefree sway,
In fields of gold, she’d laugh and play,
While others fretted, weighed by fate,
She found the joy in simple state.

With eyes that sparkled, mischief’s gleam,
She chased the sun, she chased a dream,
A jester’s heart, a poet’s soul,
In folly’s grasp, she felt so whole.

She spoke of love in riddles sweet,
Of moonlit nights and lovers’ meet,
While sages pondered, deep in thought,
She danced with shadows, laughter caught.

Yet in his folly, wisdom bloomed,
For in his heart, no fear was groomed,
She taught the world to pause and see,
The grace in being wild and free.

So let us raise a glass to fools,
Who break the chains of rigid rules,
For in their laughter, life’s embrace,
We find the truth, the fool’s own grace

Rest in peace, SEO.