To love life is to live it.
To breathe a little deeper, fall a little harder.
To live life is to love it.
To touch rainbows, to touch pond ripples.
Gazing in the enchanting eye of the sunrise,
dreaming in star filled nights.
from cloudless days to the raging storm.
The seamless shift and ocean foam.
The hulking mass of mountains
the still depths of lakes.
The morning cold, the yellow noon,
a day just starts, then gone too soon.
The choking beauty of it,
the inexhaustible varieties of life,
makes it worth living.

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