To Be Alive

Let’s cut to the chase,
Life is only about the race,
To the achievement of the dream,
The flow of the soul’s stream,
Guides to all known desire,
A means for joy to transpire,
Stemming from the heart,
Like an intricate piece of art,
Life is never a one shot deal,
The spirit’s wounds take time to heal,
Eyes can open to what should be,
Like the morning dew on an aged tree,
And the beauty to be found,
In the soothing sound,
Of a distant bird,
With ideas blurred,
All senses are drawn upon,
Quite a world to take on,
Though one can see,
The complete glee,
In the eyes of a child,
And the untouched wild,
For life to thrive,
We must be alive.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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