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-
5-29-98
 Depression
   Love
 Friendship
  Nature
 Wonderings

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