• If we lived a perfect life,
    Not one person in despair,
    I feel I would go crazy,
    A sight I cannot bear.

    If the world lost its color,
    The beauty of its lakes,
    The shimmer of the sun,
    I fear my heart would ache.

    The forest in the spring,
    The petals on a flower,
    Dew on the grass,
    From the early morning shower.

    A pond filled with fish,
    A sunset of pastels,
    A frog on a mossy rock
    An ocean filled with shells.

    The children running round and round
    The sun slips in its bed,
    The crickets in the summer,
    With that, enough is said.