What is the eternal will that drives us?

To thee, life, I compose an ode to thee.

No words could express why thou are so joyous.

Thou art a mystery that puzzles all man.

‘Twas thy light that hath brought me much bliss.

‘Twas thy light that guides all my fellow man.

I wish I could give thee a joy filled kiss.

For thee, who is life, gives a helping hand.

Ye who will never dread the hand of Death,

Thou, in fact, possess the power to best him!

‘Tis thee that I thank for every sweet breath,

‘Tis thee that holds my being on a whim.

As my ode begins to come to a close.

I must say that life is a bittersweet rose.