Our life, we may shape and mold,
It’s more precious, than all the gold.
As we wake, there’s a shine,
From our sun, the day is fine.
With our family, life we share,
They love us back, they truly care.
We are never, ever alone,
We are people, we’re not stone.
I love life, for the little things,
When a little child sings.
Abundant joy, we may create,
I love life, it’s truly great!
By George Eliot