The Joy Of Tears

That one can be felt human and not a mere rock.
To be part of nature not a machine with a clock.
Soaring through the wind on wings stretched out.
Gliding like the eagle with the feathers all about.
With no walls within or without but just flesh.
High on a mountaintop feeling the refresh.
For one moment seeing the world as it is.
No reason or rhyme but just a new kiss.
The hug of life and its wonderful embrace.
Coldness of wind and frost on the face.
A miracle of life and something to behold.
Looking far below as all of the world unfolds.
The wonder of life and just being born.
A new existence in a shell that was torn.
Contemplating all that was before and now.
Everything so different from here somehow.
Time is never wasted in all the long years.
I wake from the death; The joy of tears.