Life is what we make it out to be

Whether we are wealthy, poor, warm or cold

Life is like the warm breeze on a cold December day

It can be cruel and it can be tough

But life is a newborn childs warm smile

Life is a fresh cut lawn on a hot summer day

But what if the grass truly is greener on the other side

We percieve death as cold and dark

But what if that grass is truly greener I wonder

As I stand here at the edge of the lawn I ponder