Life is so unique and so random
joys and sorrow are in tandem.
Full of hope, this wishful heart
just wants a fresh start.
Winter of sorrow will melt away,
and the weather will be fine.
Dark clouds of dismay will rise,
and the Sun of joy will shine.
In the lap of mountains
and in the fragrance of pine,
the joy shall be yours
living on cloud nine.
On this auspicious day, I say,
that everything is thine.
I am forever yours,
and you are mine.