Simple Pleasures

Being alive is the soft white wet snow When falling on you cold red nose When catching it with your stuck out pink tongue Being alive is rafting a river It’s the pounding of your heart through your ears It’s struggling every paddle to survive Being alive is a warm white blanket It’s cuddling it when you’re cold It’s embracing it when you sad Being alive is falling in love It’s having someone who can’t live without you It’s realizing you can’t live without them Being alive is rain on a tin roof It’s the dripping little sound you hear from inside It’s the pelting fragile droplets on your window That’s being alive Soaking your feet in the sea at sunset Splashing in puddles on a serene Sunday Spreading the smile on a sunny spring day