Being Alive.
In this mechanized age
the nearer I come
to my final breath
the brighter the sun
when it rises each day
and fiercer the tumble
of waves breaking
on sand, tide-cleansed
with more vigour than
I can remember.
Sweeter each avian song,
extra the brightness
of striations on butterflies,
greener the meadows
under a bluer sky,
extra intense the sunset
as awe from stars
shimmers much whiter
from dimensions afar.
Just being alive is enough
if love lights every day,
for when closer draw ends
greater the thrill
as earth\'s music vibrates
with vivid wonders
if tuning into hid treasures
before it\'s too late.