It's life, and it's good

It's the beauty in the simple things
Like December air which feels like April winds

The chirp of crickets
And their signature ring
To their significant other
Yes crickets too sing

It's the looking with nature
And the hope in disguise
That tell of tales
Of ice that lingers in sky

And being of one
Of being so young
With so much to see
If tomorrow's Sun' sprung

And the gift of the word
Upon ears of mental mind heard
Like intuitive heart
Which knows it's reborn

And a child playing games
Of us not being in chains
With eyes to see love
And not being ashamed

It's life
And it's good.