Fay Slimm.

Being Alive

 

 

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.