What is this thing we call life?
Is it a nefarious creature that causes strife?
Are we going to lose those things most dear?
Should we cower and live in fear?
No
Life is magic that does grow
As we live in its majestic boughs
We learn that life is full of thrills
Its beauty even gives you chills
Life is a beautiful thing
Whether you see it from LA or Beijing
We all need to cherish life
So everybody let God play his fife
Which shows us that all life is good
And know that even if you are misunderstood
Even if your life seems tragic
Remember, remember that life is magic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem