A Good Life?

In a forest deep, by a tranquil stream,
A soul sought out the perfect dream.
Gazing long at life's bright gleam,
Lost in the beauty of the scene.

The world around, a fleeting dance,
Moments passed in a trance.
Yet grasping tight, no chance to hold,
The good life slipped, like liquid gold.

For one may see and feel the light,
But never own the day or night.
Experience, not possession, is the key,
To live the good life, wild and free.

In the mirror of the stream's embrace,
Reflections show a fleeting grace.
To future hearts, this truth impart,
The good life's found within the heart.