Cherishing Life

The amount of a grin lies too far pricey to see,

But lies the need that’s forever receiveth as the sea,

Could a grain-like role fill,

The search, not a baffling one; seems indeed a skill.

Oh to be with a great company,

When water pours and seven colours merrily rock with the symphony,

And when we joyfully hop into the muddy mess,

Does an hour of a piggy mud dance belittle one’s worth so less?

Worst to be that obdurate,

Who doesn’t get a taste of a beautiful feel or fate,

Posing a reproachful eye, would one heal or hate?

Find value in a small rose before the big one arrives too late.