The Gift

The gift that is most precious.

When I die I want to be...

A raindrop that falls into to stillness of a lake

To ride the subtle rippling waves to the shore

The whisper of wind amongst the trees

That tickles them with magical animation

The first ray of light from the Sun

That radiates a baby's smile

The nighttime dreams of a slumbering child

That sparks limitless imagination to change the world

The chemical of love tasted upon the lips

Of a couples timid first kiss

But most of all I want to be the gift that was given to me

Life.

Reviews

You are so one with the subject, and nature in this beautiful piece.
There is all, and nothing, when we die, and also when we are alive,
You have woven poetry here like all is one, and it's a rich philosophy.
Very lovely, tender, deep, reaching out, and utterly artistic.

"Beyond is the word".

Wonderful poetry.

- Elisa

[Sami Khalil]

"A raindrop that falls into to stillness of a lake

To ride the subtle rippling waves to the shore




The whisper of wind amongst the trees

That tickles them with magical animation"

Wonderful...:)......................

[Chris Micha]

:) thank you!! Had to change it up a bit.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).......................

[Sami Khalil]

I think there is life and then there is eternal life. This temporary life or passage to the other world is fraught with duality of the positive and the negative, war and peace, good and evil. Where as in the eternal will be separated. We are a spirit in a body in this world but we will be a body in a spirit in the life after.
I like this poem and the message...Bravo.................

[Chris Micha]

I'm glad you put it that way! The message is there is life beyond this, in any form it manifests itself. Thank you my sweet friend!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome. You are brilliant...:)......................