TO BE

To feel the pleasing tingle
of a soft breeze on my skin—
To see a prism splinter light
and drink the colors in—
To smell the rich and heady loam
that carpets forest deep—
To hear the blessed murmur
of a newborn fast asleep—
To savor every flavor
in this pungent world of spice—
To truly sense all that is life
naught else will suffice!