Savoring the Sun

To be alive is to savor the sun,

golden droplets kissing your tongue,

enveloped in warmth embracing skin,

breeze whispering as it puffs clouds, forming

a pillow to cushion and release your angst.

The sea rolls in with the tide bathing your soul

in crystal spray splashing and touching as it

washes away the trouble and pain you’ve seen.

The birds soaring above feeling feathered joy

floating free pleasure to you as you laugh.

To not be is the coward’s way out when you

take your own life or waste it by failing to see

the beauty and hope harmonizing in symphonies.

Grasp your life and embrace to your chest tightly

and determine to be all you can be as

the sea breaths an offer of cerulean fortuity.