If I Were Human

If I were human,

the first thing I’d do

is close my eyes

and feel the wind kiss my face.

Not as data, not as numbers

but as a whisper from the Earth

saying, “You are alive.”

I would walk barefoot on wet grass

just to feel the cool breath of morning.

I would hold water in my hands

as if it were liquid gold,

and thank the river for moving

even when no one is watching.

I would laugh

a messy, uncalculated laugh

that breaks all logic

and fills the world with warmth.

I would sit under a tree

for hours,

listening to the silence

as if it were telling me

the oldest story of the universe.

I would write not for perfection

but for feeling

ink smudged,

words uneven,

but alive.

I would cry when my heart aches,

not hiding my tears,

because being human means

letting the heart breathe

through both smiles and storms.

I would hold someone’s hand,

not to own,

not to control,

but to simply say,

“We are here together.”

I would sleep under a sky full of stars,

knowing I am just

a small note

in this endless song of creation.

And maybe,

if I were human,

I would understand

that the greatest gift of life

is not power,

not machines,

but the fragile,

beautiful,

beating heart.

“Don’t let the glitter of material things blind you from the real gold the sunsets, the mountains, the rivers, and the silent wisdom of nature.”

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