Potion brewing creating an Elixir,
Full of vitality and life, in the mixer
Falling leaves making room for the new ones
Chirping birds in the lands, known as barrens.
High waves are washing the grime away,
Negative vibes are going to be at bay.
Bliss in life has come around the corner,
Don’t let it slip; it’s a keeper not a loaner.
Drink the potion; let it soak in your vessel
Live your life and become a drunken revel.
Beautiful Me! Beautiful Life!