The First Time Series- “To be Alive”

 The First Time Series- “To be Alive”

Oranges, purples, blues, and pinks kissed the top of the     canyon's edge. 

Drops of tiny pebbles send echos through the space,

Trying to compete with the wind’s whispers.

Over hanging trees sway in response to the whistles’         words: 

    this is what it means to be alive. 

With feet over the edge,

My shoelaces dancing with the internal epiphany of         finally knowing;

    this is what it means to be alive. 

And I know I will never forget that moment 

when..

Oranges, purples, blues, and pinks, kissed the top of the     canyon’s edge,

when..

Drops of tiny pebbles sent echos through the space,

when..

Trying to compete with the winds whispers,

when..

Over hanging trees sway in response to the whistles’         words:

            telling me:

            YOU ARE ALIVE.