Green Gratitude

The green grass grows on the sundanced hill
Where the tulip leaf bows to the daffodil
And the breeze still bursts with a sudden chill
That stops time, but jolts the brain–

Its storms collect and pour forth rain
As thoughts collide and form a train
That lingers sweet like sugarcane
On the tip of the tongue:

A savored breath, a swelling lung,
A chiming song, a bell is rung,
A quickened pace, the day is young
And life is full of life.

Give thanks and eat with fork and knife;
Give thanks and greet husband or wife;
Give thanks that life is full of life
And go enjoy its thrill–

The green grass grows on the sunswept hill
Where the petals float from the daffodil
And the air is calm and the breeze is still
Life full, give thanks to God!

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