Life's A Puzzle Poem by Francie Lynch

Before we're born
The perimeter
Has been pieced together,
A fine frame
To encase our landscapes.
We choose where to start,
Working from the top, bottom or sides,
And moving towards the middle ground,
Where land meets water,
The mountains are snow-capped,
The autumn skies are resplendent
With patterns of red and blue.
The copse is shadowy,
With dark green pines fingering soft clouds.
The white-capped lake will never quieten,
As we toil to complete the puzzle,
Just like on the box.