Gratitude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though it was quite by accident

That she was planted here,
Among the Shasta daisies and
The vegetables so drear,
Yet still she chose to keep her face
Raised up in gratitude,
For she knows the best blooms come from
A cheerful attitude.
 
The soil in which her roots grow deep
Is not the best for her,
And yet she still grows joyfully
Where nothing’s left to stir.
For gratitude is more that smiles
When others choose to scorn;
Gratitude provides the loam
Where new blessings are born.
 
So now, when all the rest are gone,
Her blessings bloom and grow,
For gratitude has helped her through
The toughest times she’ll know!