Luck

It is the whit star in
the night that shines so brightly.
Smiling at it every night
because I see you smiling back.

It is the red sun setting
in the cool November night
that tells me what I have to
enjoy while I´m here.

It is the cloudless sky
that tells me where I´ll
find my limit as I look up
to find none.

It is the smiles on the faces
of the children that
I see hope in as I
walk pass.

It is the flower so beautiful
that gives off a sweet fragrance.
Telling nothing, but something so
beautiful as a scream of silence.

It is the air I breathe
because every breath is
a cry of love whispering
in my ear saying
nothing has changed.

It is everything around me
saying that there is
something to be happy about.
Because living is to be lucky.

Being lucky is being able
to be where you are today.
BeBecauseeing lucky is to love.
and because if you love, you live.