Tell Them This

The next time someone asks you

"What's the point in living?"

Laugh and tell them this:

For the feeling of dewy moss on your bare feet,

For the sight of a golden sunrise

Over a placid lake,

For the sound of the mewling of a baby squirrel,

For the smell of earth and dirt and life,

For these things I live,

And so do all,

Though some forget.