The Gift for Giving

Once I stepped on the merry village streets, 

Where people smile and learn, 

Nature's beauty and a little bit, 

Of happiness and to earn. 

 

I wanted them to take some gifts, 

For New Year's Day today, 

Like some pots and pans and dishes, 

And some pieces of fine array. 

 

I was afraid I had a little bit to give, 

Not too much for daily needs, 

But I was still happy, 

For my little deeds. 

 

I stood outside in the nature, 

To wonder a while, 

About if they would be happy with the gifts, 

Or they would be hostile. 

 

The cool breeze caressed my hair, 

And the gentle winds blew, 

I could look across the river, 

Oh, what a beautiful view! 

 

At last, it was time to give the gifts, 

To the needy people outside, 

I still wondered and wondered, 

That how much could I provide. 

 

I called all the people there, 

Who were so happy to learn, 

That only for their needs, 

I had such concern. 

 

I gave them the gifts with such love, 

That they thanked me warmly, 

And went home with their little gifts, 

 So very happily. 

 

By this incidence I understood, 

That it went all good, 

Because the gift of living, 

Is the gift of giving!