Life's gift to earth are chances
Chances that oblige mankind to make life out of
Life itself is a golden chance
A rare bearded woman with one breast
That speaks fire away death from her
Which with naked eyes has never seen
With hearts not ever felt
And existence never tasted
Forever is virgin in her creation
Whom has lived in it, is none
But the world claims her belonging
No, no hand contains life
As she percepted on who we are
Without her there wouldn't be us
Or neither the experience of existence
Even though the existence with time may fade away
But the goldness in it sparkles like sunshine
If only chances have been longly fulfilled
And is indeed life in every second.