"Life is beautiful and grand",
a fountain pen, the reed in my hand...
and through my vision winter leaves did tumble, and this made me humble...
the subtile and the sublimE, So often, missed by the mind...
Then tracks ran across my WOrds; "be happy or be absurd"...
And I ran down the BEAch, until a sacred spot space was reached...
Then the speeding dog turn around, a holy site had been found...
So we climbed a hill and sat under a tree...
And THere these words were given to me:
LIFE is a gift if you're willing to receive it, just ask, take off your mask, and believe it...
