Happy To Be Alive

It’s a sleepy morning,

all is still and quiet.

The air is cool, but warming,

as the sun rises slowly in the sky.

 

A bird chirps here and there in the distance.

But for that, one hears only

the sound of their own gentle breath—

rising and falling in measured cadence.

 

It is easy to forget oneself this morning—

the mind drifts outward among the towering trees,

climbs up into their canopy of leaves,

and floats between the branches.

 

But something is stirring,

rising, awakening—

an invisible flow is coming,

trailing vitality in its wake.

 

Awake! Dreamer!

It is no longer time for slumber—

Life is come, and has arrived,

make ready your eyes and see!

 

Feel your pulse quickening,

and your heart begin to race,

as the surrounding world bends,

sways, and starts to dance.

 

Fresh scents from a distant place

fill the air: salt from the sea,

and the fragrance of roses—

hints of honeysuckle and mint.

 

Shadows and shifting lights,

flicker, fall and rise,

as clouds march overhead—

the day begins to tantalize!

 

Our senses all aquiver,

fluttering and darting,

like birds upon the wind,

happy to be alive.

 

~FS

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