i am lucky to be alive

I was walking in the park when I started thinking...

The world is a beautiful place, and I am lucky to be alive. 

I have never quite heard anything like the falling of water on leaves,

or the scent of a winter morning. 

It is fascinating to see a mama bird protect her baby bird, 

or build her nest from what we see as mere twigs. 

When I look up at the sky, I realize how amazing it is

that birds fly in different flock patterns, 

I am amazed when I so much as think about the existence of humans, 

our brains are powerful and I daresay omnipotent.

The day I wake up and serve myself positivity, 

I can walk through the day as it it's ice and I'm moonwalking. 

When I look at the moon, it is lovely, and sometimes

its craters remind me cheese, 

and isn't it so magical how the Earth rotates and revolved, 

but the only way we can tell is by the passing of time, 

and day and night. 

"The world is a beautiful place," I thought,
"and I am lucky to be alive."