Welcome to the book of life,
containing joy and happiness,
but not everything nice.
It’s in open hands and overhead.
It’s all around you and in what is said.
It’s forest scents and city pell-mell.
It’s pure heaven and it’s a living hell.
The book of life is the first we possess,
an expanding story
and a priceless reference.
©March 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne