Kids

Kids, they are the greatest thing,
to come into this world,
brightness, happiness they bring,
an endless string of pearls.

We come together, they appear,
we never wonder why.
We never really seem to fear,
they come down from the sky.

It's obvious where they come from,
it isn't hard to find.
The riddle is a simple sum,
a meeting of the minds.

But we can ever come apart,
yeah, we don't stick together.
Our lives are just the current part,
of what we form forever.