Dec 11, 2008, 7:17 PM |

What is life?

As time goes on, we think of life

Like a stream of water or a vast peice of land.

Where does it begin?

Where does it end?

Its slow as it moves, like the clouds in the sky.

Taking form by the winds that shape them.

When we are old,

we're wiser and bold courageous in the challenges we face

Through times of happy and sad, and through the good and bad

We cherish every little moment

Our laughs and cries our joys and sighs

All must come to an end

So don't throw it away

As its something to save keep it before you end up alone

and cold in your grave.