Category: Writers Block
I ask this question once or twice.
What’s life?
Is it when you learn to walk?
Is it when you learn to talk?
what’s life?
Is it when you learn you’re ABC ‘s or 1 2 3’s?
Is it when you finally learn how to write and read?
Maybe it’s the first time you tie your shoes
or could it be the first birthday candle you blew.
What’s life?
I know apart of life is what mother nature brings.
From the icy winter to the sounds of spring.
From the very hot summer to the chilly falls.
From the flowing rivers to my god that made it all.
Some times life can be so sweet
like the honey from a maple tree.
Some times life can be a pain
like a very cold summer rain.
Now it’s time for you to see
what life truly means to me.
Learning, loving, and being free.
It’s what you make it out to be.
Oh so true, and beautifully said.