To live
To be alive
Can mean so much
To see with your eyes
Life and beauty abound
To hear with your ears
A friend call your name
To smell with your nose
The coming of a spring rain
To taste with your tongue
The first snow fall of winter
To feel with your fingers
The rough bark of a climbing tree
To know in your heart
That you love and are loved
-Kendra Erickson-

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