Gracious

Standing in the twilight, reflecting on myself,

Of the ungrateful diamonds & silk on ourselves.

The gifts I have to buy, the presents I need,

This world isn't sufficient for our greed.

So I took a small step, to acknowledge what the goodness sends,

Having acceptance, with the nature that blends,

The way it transforms every drizzle into the rain,

A tree to a forest, a small path to a lane.

Thanksgiving to the trees, the sky in the dawn,

The roses that bloom, a way for me is drawn.

I behold that gratitude in the depths of this soul,

The human race is thankful as a whole.

As the silver ray passes the plushy cloud,

I'll live in mindfulness, I express it loud.