Life

Happy to see my time may flee,

god is a bee working for tree,

where is the root I may shout,

graduate the fruit for riping my dude,

nature the fun with lots of run,

where is your face under the race!

Just don't bother me to last with you;

I'm gonna live in past with few;

rather the brave way to grave,

so rain is free for my gain,

pain is greed to catch in vain,

love is the way to do the right,

like what is there to see the sight.