I will a way to go about,
I sing a song, dance and shout;
I wander onward without doubt,
Knowing that Life is precious.
I sit a moment to ponder a rhyme;
I think for a second and take my time;
I come up with these words not so sublime,
But worthy of jotting down.
This is my attempt to touch the immortal,
As if pen and paper could find that portal;
Nonetheless I express my own soul,
And come up with these words:
Life is sacred,
Life is good,
Life embraces all our hopes;
Life is synonymous with “God”.