I just want to be able to live.
To wake up to the sun,
shined in between my windows.
To feel the wind touching my,
easily scarred skin.
To stand in between,
all these tall trees.
To stare at the sunset,
and how the sky's blue fades.
To watch the stars come out,
along with the moon by their side.
And to thought of how lucky I am,
to exist and witness.
God's ethereal painting,
and remarkable piece of art.
I am so lucky to be a human.
I am so lucky to be drawn on His beautiful canvas.
For when I thought I was lucky to exist. [ Nature is the only reason why I found this world a beautiful place. ] Well, this is just a very cliché poem about how much of a nature lover I am.
ㅡn.s
