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what is reason for life
to engage in strife
or to rest in peaceful bliss
to play with out a thought
or to work without a rest
it is not mine to say, but yours to live

golden rain falls from the heavens
shimmering symbols of the seasons
glowing gold or bronze they flow to the floor
resting, waiting for the seasons to call them forth once more

through years of sorrow and toil
the tasks will eventually take their toll
so why not take a rest to quench your soul
why not take life at the pace of a stroll
catch up with a friend and remember
be happy and don't be somber
keep your face in a pleasent smile
try not to be riled

there are man who try to price human life
what is the price for a life of strife
a life of peace and rest
a human life that is in test
there are many things that are considered
but i wish for some to reconsider
because every humans life good or bad
peaceful or warlike
every ones life is the same and cant be priced

is a diamond not as beautiful as a simple flower
is the motherly wolf truly a villain
should people have to live apart just because of their skin
one must ask oneself
is everything really so different
everything bad as it seems
is money the thing that determines the beauty
try to distinct facts from one another

what is the greatest joy in life
is it possesion of great jewels
plenty of savory foods
a very proud title
for me i search for a simple thing a friend that isn't wanting
who understands and will stand by you
who cares nought whether youre rich or poor
where might one find such a friend
in a dog, a simple friend
who wants naught but that you give him your heart
and hell give you yours

when the summer skies suddenly turn blue
and golden colored objects are inside the sky
and bags of meat and buttons start flying and shining
and suddenly you have seafood on your head
and gold starts drowning you
theres only one place for that
BOOTY GWAB

why does the turtle clamber slowly
is it because it is lazy
maybe thinking and pondering
perhaps searching for food and rest
or maybe just perhaps
it crawls slowly to smell the roses and take in the sites

when the firebird's eyes blaze
and its body glows ablaze
yous sit in silent wonder
and quietly to yourself ponder
as you watch its golden tail
its colors beautiful gold
its eyes truly bold
and through its eyes its tale
that if such things exsist
perhaps the world isnt so bad