The color of life is seen in the water puddle
It shimmers on that murky black top
The taste of faith is in the lost lingering scent
And you stand waiting for it to materialize
The joy in happiness is in the cold rain that falls
It mingles with the sorrow of the unending tears
The comfort of love is in the whispering trees
You need to close your eyes real hard to hear them
The insanity of the mind is like the beating of a wild heart
You can't be alive and not be mad the alternative is just too sane.
The meaning of life is in the grain of sand beneath our feet
All you need now is some water to wash it down and wash it away.
-mithrandir
