Be

I sit there with joy on my face I am lucky I can be I can breathe I can touch I can taste I can smell I can hear I can see the world around me to just 'be' but often I sit there am I really that lucky I wonder, I wonder what it would be like to not 'be' to not breathe air to not touch my golden hair to not taste the bitter breeze to not smell the fruits of summer to not hear lively children playing to not see to just not 'be' to have my body lay lifeless to be forgotten as new generations form and only then do I realise what it is to truly just 'be'