Hi. This is a poem.

If life is a gift,
why do people
try to escape it?

If life is glorious,
why does it make
so many people upset?

If life is short,
why does it seem to
d  r  a  g      o  n
f  o  r  e  v  e  r  ?

Hmm... too deep. New one!!

dead, white, cold
a blank canvas
fresh, green, warm
a new beginning
hot, wet, bright
an epic adventure
dry, cool, colorful
a peaceful end.

Okay peace out!