when there is no red paint left..
pastels down to stubs..
how lucky are we to be able to grab a pen and a piece of paper???
or a crayon and a paper bag...
and what if there is a day without even that???
aren't we lucky we are able to draw in the sand???
and even if you can't walk
you can dance with your fingers...
even if you can't talk
you can sing in your heart...