Live

May seem cliché, but why does the flower bloom,
Why is it so hard to smile, and so easy to wear a gloom?
The sunflower facing the scorching sun, feels so bright,
It is heat what we call it and not light!
In opportunity risk is what we see,
After death man feels his soul is free!
Life is a gift, strip off the wrapper,
The finishing line in sight, not the opponent and the clapper.
Live not to be remembered, remember to live,
It is not what you have matters, it is what you give.
The wind is not scared to blow, the sun bright as it burns,
To be happy is what man needs to learn.
May seem cliché, but why does the flower die,
Even when happy, to show it, man does cry!!!