The Meaning of Life
What is Life?
Is it the sky with endless hues;
Or is it the grass with drops of dew;
Is it the moon with the silver brocade;
Or is it the flower so delicately made;
Is it the pleasant breeze that blows;
Or is it the sparkling river that flows;
Is it the bird that flies to kiss the sky;
Or is it the sound of the newborns cry;
Is it the warmth of the scorching sun;
Or is it the serenity of a nun;
It is actually a cocktail bowl;
In which a taste of all can be found!!
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