Disclaimer: Nope, sorry, don't own it...not one little speck...I don't even own a pen...technically they're my moms, because she bought them with her money.
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This just came to my mind one day and I decided I wanted to write a poem about May in Harvest moon. The cute little thing deserves some credit does she not?
Life is everything
There once was a young girl no too long ago.
Who lived in a peaceful town that was almost unknown.
Where she was taught to learn that life was everything.
Her mother left her alone at a farm far away.
Where grandpa worked and she would play all day.
With friends who taught her how, to always be herself.
She had no jewels on her fingers.
But she had diamonds in her eyes.
She had no gold to be reasoned with.
But she had love in her life.
Once I heard her singing.
"Couldn't you say, couldn't you say, wouldn't you say, that life is everything.
She sang of things that pleased her soul.
She asked many questions about life and made it known.
That life was too good to be wasted away.
She had no palaces on the mountainside.
But she had majestic castles in the sky.
She had no money in which to inherit.
But luckily she had kindness on her side.
And sometimes you can hear her singing.
"Couldn't you say, Couldn't you say, wouldn't you say, that life is everything.
And as those years slowly passed by, that little girl transformed into me.
And I'm still singing.
"Couldn't you say, couldn't you say, wouldn't you say, that life was everything.