Life, young yet so beautiful, earth never fully understood by human nature.
As delicate as a flower, a women heart as fragile as glass, as brave as lion men full of pride, two fall in love so easily.
The world ages and soon new is born and old disappear to be remembered by loved ones.
Yet life itself is a mystery I will never understand.
People work countless days of stress and pain yet with friends we feel free.
It's hard to understand the world no matter how hard I try.
But smiles and laughter of others makes me feel warm, the breeze and sight of the world makes me at ease.
So what makes this world so miss understood?
A/N: have you ever wondered what made life so beautiful beyond seeing what has already been created? The destruction, the building, new life,new creation have you ever thought "what was the point?" The point to destory the beautiful world just to add another building onto the rich smooth fresh dirt?