LIFE

As the sun rises each morning So hearts wake racing With no speed limit Thus stopping with no permit Enticing with all goodies Letting the rocks be the fotress Supplying water in abundance Just like waterfalls from a distance Facing rigour to be such a preparation Being agog even in the mist of distraction Waiting for a final report That definitely won't come from any deport Sailing all the treasures up north Despite pressures coming from the south With no scientific explanation But with artistic admiration I am a privilege, I am a challenge, though not an adversity But an opportunity.