Life Poem by Kate Peters

I reached out to the first rose of my plant,
With a smile on my face.
But the thorns pricked my hand

I realized my life, the road, is same.
The life is clarus as a dew drop,
It can be bellus as well as weary.

I give love to everyone,
But some give me the taste of hate.
As the sky above, my life can be smooth,
But it gets rough when cloudy.

Again, the rain from those clouds gives the tears of joy and sorrow,
As wind comes and goes
and there comes my time,
When the wind of bliss blows on my face,
And takes the part of love, hate, joy and sorrow away from me.
There, I rest in peace,
Hearing the heavenly music sung by the clarabella of my Angel...