I kiss life gently on the brow,
for all she's given,here and now.
Through storm and silence, joy and ache,
she held my soul,she let me wake.

I thank her not with grand parade,
but in each breath,each step I've made.
For every dawn she softly spins,
and lets me rise,and try again.

No promise made,no vow to give,
just quiet grace-the chance to live.
So here's my kiss,though small,
sincere,
to life,who whispers:"Still,you're here"