Life is nothing of any sort.
by Alaude Solus
No word can describe its full worth.
You can't count with one, two, and three.
It is priceless, and never free.
One may say, it is a journey,
Full of joy, sorrow and glory,
To find that luminosity
To this unraveled mystery.
The one gift most treasured by all.
Only God can give its true whole.
No one can take it for granted,
But all can joyfully live it.
What lies in it we may not know.
But we're sure it'll set us aglow.