There is life

There is life.

Underneath the frigid snow,

And in the dungeons far below

The rugged surface of the earth

Are troves of unimaginable worth

Far away from prying eyes

And the groping fingers of thieving spies

There is life.

In deserts dry, dusty and bare,

You'll find that even there

To the well-trained, practiced ear
There pulses in the atmosphere
Hums and sound of endless chatter

From secret pools of living matter.

There is life.

In a world of hearts gone cold

Where robots and zombies march without souls,

There still exists a hidden laughter

For those who believe in a happily ever after

The spark of warmth that radiates

Will melt the frost upon some gate

That leads down old, forgotten paths

To where the weary, wayworn heart

Can take its rest and find some peace

And there you'll find it

Life indeed.