Life is a gift.
Life is like the sky.
Somedays it's bright,
when life has reached it's high.
Other times it's night,
when life has taken a turn
for the worse.
Fear not, for the tides will return.
Life isn't a curse,
it's a gift.
For every fight
there is a shift
to light.
For every tear
that we shed,
there is nothing to fear.
Beyond now, up ahead,
we will find life's meaning.
And it is
b e a u t i f u l l
This poem is about:
Our world