written August 1996
Life is like a joyous ride
That very few have really tried
Life is like a sunrise in the early morn–
As fresh as when the world was born.
Life is like the height of mid-summer’s day–
The kind of place you’d forever like to stay
Life is like a bud of rose–
And the green grass beneath your toes
Like is like a rolling sea–
Will you come and sail it with me?