A Little Life

A little life springs From the worst debris, It's weak, It's fragile, Still it has life within, That's very important indeed, I gaze at it in astonishment, It smiles at me whispering, 'I am here, dear friend! Very much alive, ' Soon I find myself in perfect rhythm, A lovely stream of creative blood Begins to flow in all my limbs, I just hold my beloved pen And it does everything right for me, The harsh debris disappears forever And the little life becomes the strongest life in my eyes inside and outside For all ages.