Life could be a trip with ups and downs
I wish to cross the ways to reach the wonderful field and taste the life of unceasing there
I would live , over that area of beauty,
Smell the scent of roses each day
And stroke over the dandelions in each minute of my joy
Laying down gently at each night And looking would be at the sky
How excellent the life will being in, with my dreams , a field of roses.