What is this life?

Is it nothing but strife?

Only thorns?

Only burns?

Is there no hope?

All lost?

All blasted?

No...no..it's not so.

It's a gem

Full of shine,

Full of glow,

Blessing of heaven.

It smells like a rose,

Flows like a river.

Rises like a mountain.

It's a gift, 

Unique and invaluable,

So love it,

Give it a meaning,

As it is beautiful,

And worth living.