Appreciation of Life

When I feel alone
I feel the world below me
The hands I have been given
The sight I can see
The music I hear
Course through my veins
Like a toxic drug
Wandering in my system
Circulating and chasing my blood to my heart
Beating to the beat giving me life
My pupils dialate allowing light to travel into the imagination and sensor my movements
The appreciation of life is so rarely given
It's almost as if humans are fading away
Machines are taking over existence
Developing materialistic things we happen to desire
Apart from the beauty of nature
The air which we breathe
All that keeps us alive naturally
Forgotten by the hands of man
Developing habits of separating importance from consumption of drama
It is rare to find creatures like me
Appreciating the sun, earth, galaxy, and universe
High of life not high and full of admiration
To all that life inhabits
Souls of inanimate objects and oneness with nature
Do we not see what is infront of us?
Such blasphemy strikes us all
What is created by the earth should never be forgotten