To Be Alive

To be alive is to feel the cool crisp autumn breeze

caress your cheeks, the chill piercing your skin

like a million tiny needles, sending shivers up and

down your spine.

To be alive is to hear the wind rustling through

the trees, whispering farewell to the leaves  as

they depart on their final journey,  drifting languidly  

to the ground, crunching triumphantly under

your boots.

To be alive is to see the blazing sun sitting low in the sky,

Painting the leaves in glorious reds and stunning golds,

causing spacious lawns to surrender their green carpet,

signaling to the world with its slanted rays that a time

of slumber is fast approaching. 

 

To be alive is to acknowledge the seasons of change

occurring in and around you. Breath deep the

atmosphere of change that hints of new beginnings.

Feel the tingle of anticipation of new challenges that

lie ahead.  Listen to that wee small voice inside you that

whispers encouragement for a bright new tomorrow.

Be alive.

--Ken Ferguson--