the beauty of breathing

2. espérer

- Hope -

What did you have for breakfast?

Toast? Cereal?

Did you take a moment to look up into the sky?

And just absorb into your eyes the beauty that surrounds you?

I don't mean the scruffy bed

or the mess around you

or even the 'just-rolled-out-of-bed-arent -I -sexy-look'

I mean the trees

and the grass

and the clouds

and the rain droplets that fall from the sky, destined for a earth shattering demise

-quite literally.

Get up and stretch

Because you are not a droplet of rain

You are not living a short life

where you are pushed around in the sky from cloud to cloud

And then impatiently made to wait until you

are let loose

Bolting at deathly speeds towards the very earth that 

you stand on now.

You my friend are a ray of sunshine

Something that spans across the entire earth

from the sun itself to the deep roots in the ground

because you have the power 

to grasp your day

and make it 

worthwhile.