The Freshness of Life

The freshness of life
Can be felt as flowers dance in meadows
As birds fly, chirping ecstatically
As clouds lazy around, watching our every move
As mountains stand by, so bold and majestic
As waves roll by, gleefully enjoying their games with the ocean floor!

The freshness of life
Can be seen in the moon's glow
As it sparkles with a knowing smirk,
Enthusiastic, as it gets to watch the nocturnal secrets
Of each and every living being!

The freshness of life
Is felt as the lover sprawls on the moist and cold grass
Late in the night's hours
As the whole world sleeps
Lying in wait for the beloved,
The beloved, torn into pieces
By waves and bursts of uncontrollable
And incomprehensible passion!

The freshness of life
Is the solace that faith gives
When written it has, in books held as priceless
Of what lies after the body's disposal!

The freshness of life
Lies in those dreams fairies bid us to see when we slumber
Dreams of what is to come
Dreams, made of mysticism and awe
Aiming simply to guide us on our paths!

The freshness of life
Is played on the strings of violins
Having a power potent enough
As to wake the whole universe
And to cause it to turn all emotional and irrational
As to cry over that which is yearned for but which shall never be!

The freshness of life
Is seeing life itself go on its way
Moving through its cycles and its stages
As diligently as disciplined children do at school!

Why, to the freshness of life have I chosen to focus on
As its essence
Is what makes up the millions of atoms
That make up the being that I am!