That is life:
A mystery,
A riddle,
A paradox.
No one
Understands
The real secrets
Behind
The waves,
The forests,
The clouds.
Spring comes,
And leaves,
Then autumn
Soon arrives.
Laughter always
Follow cries.
Tears spring
From smiles.
Pleasures lead
To pains,
And sorrows
To delights.
Night gives
Birth to day.
And day
Gives birth
To night.
Life is
Nothing but
A shadow,
A dream,
A slumber,
We fall in
And awake
Only when
The birds
Fly back
To paradise.
Think not
Too much
About it.
Life is
A mystery,
A riddle,
A paradox.
Take it
As it is.
Pick up
All the fruit
That you can,
From the tree,
And enjoy
All the time
That you have.
Love,
Sing,
And smile.