If I were to make a recipe called life,
on a plate I would lay some berries cut with a knife.
I would then spread a layer of cream,
on which I would sprinkle some sweet dreams.
I would add a layer of apple,
on it I would spray some colour of maple.
I would on top spread a layer of melon,
on which I would squeeze a few drops of lemon.
I would place lumps of happiness and sorrow,
between which I would push courage as a marrow.
If I were to make a recipe called life,
it would be like the one specified.