If there is a sky, and if there is the road of life,

If there is the sky above,
And the road of life below to take,
One can only got rhymes to bathe,
One can only got a life to make,

If there is the Sunshine bright,
And joys of going through the passage of light,
One can only feel the breeze,
Blowing into one's soul never ceased,

If there is the bless of poesy,
And sights of so many blooming daisies,
One can only combine everything
To make a life full of meaning,

And nothing there is no more unsavoury,
Nothing there is no more unpleasant,
For the road of life has got all the presents,
For the sky above with festivity upon one  descends.


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