I wake up because I love the way the wind will blow one single blade of grass in another direction then that of the thousands that surround it. I love the way the clouds at sundown look like watercolour paintings at this time of year I love the way the river near my house can be many different shades of blue and green all at the same time I love the way happy women smile I love how my cat runs to my feet every time I come home I love the look and character of a house that sits all alone in the middle of an empty field I love the life that wind breathes into the trees when it blows them side to side I love the look of a man or woman where they're alone in a boat out on the river I love being barefoot I love the feel of warm paper in my hands when it first comes out of a printer I love the smell of old stinky books I love the smell of new books I love watching birds pluck worms and maggots out of the ground I live for poetry, reading and writing it I absolutely love discovering new poets, authors, literature, meanings behind it, etc. I love knowing that man will never conquer space and do to it what he has done to Earth and nature I could go on but I'll stop now