What is Life?
Life is like,
promises to make,
trust to break,
rubber and glass,
they're ready to bend and crack.
The ground for feet to walk on
The plants and the flowers, the dirt to grow up,
Winter to Spring,
Spring to Summer,
Summer to Auntumn,
Autumn to Winter,
and so on to the redoing of the cyce.
Birds fly, with the clouds floating high.
The sun and the moon, the tides and the sea,
the lambs and the lions,
they need air ro breath,
Life is this. This is what it is.
So take time to pause,
to reflect how life has been so far.
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