Poetry alive for thee.
While days may seem dark,
Full of unknown shadows,
Destruction and greed,
Where people have been sold false entrapments,
I still hold hope,
Joy and gratitude.
For even to be alive and breathing in the darkness is a gift.
To witness a tree dancing in the wind,
A stone covered in morning dew,
A snowflake upon the earth,
A smile upon thine face,
A tear shed upon your cheeks,
A song in my head,
It all gives me rise in spirit,
In heart and being,
That we are alive.
However short and bittersweet,
We are alive.
What may befall us all,
I cannot say,
But in this moment we are alive.
Here and now,
Between all the craziness,
We are here,
Alive.
With a deep breath and a word upon this page,
We are alive.
Even amongst the hate,
Division and clouded hearts,
We are alive.
So today,
I'll seek a tree,
A cloud,
A breath,
A smile,
And feel my feet land upon Mother Earth,
Still here,
Holding me,
And discovery being alive.