I inhale, I exhale.
I am alive.
I can smell the day.
I can see the glory of it.
I listen to the birds play.
I hear the breeze rustle the fallen leaves.
I behold the beauty of the many colours before me.
I feel at ease.
The world is beautiful.
Is life not grand?
I can't help but to be grateful.
I am alive.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(20/10/2012)
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