A beautiful life - a poem
Life is beautiful! I am ever grateful for this gift of life. This beautiful life of mine seems so blessed, rich and full that I never cease to celebrate it. At this time of the year when the old gives way to the new, I need to spend time being grateful for all that life has given me. I thank my maker for all the beauty that is around me, for all that makes this life seem more special.
Being grateful for what we have is the best attitude, we can ever have. Life has it moments of ups and downs, but I would like to look at the best side of life and fill my mind with beautiful memories. I would like to take a moment to rejoice over this beautiful life iof mine!
This blessed life of mine I am grateful for,
Every moment seems special, more beautiful than before,
Hand picked just for me, are my days,
Divinely guided are all my ways!
The trees seems to exist just for me,
Bursts into blooms for me to see,
They put out their shoots in tender green,
To awaken within the shrine of dreams!
The gentle breeze, laden with perfume,
Perfectly blended with the season’s best,
Reverberating through the trembling palms,
Rhythmically swaying to the winds musical trance!
The joy of the twinkling stars at night,
Translucent rays of silver dreams,
Shimmering with love and quiet peace,
Heaven’s call to love life it seems!
The color of spring’s magnificent robe,
The shoots that appear as leaves of gold,
The bud that burst forth into song,
Mirroring life in brilliance bold!
The song of the stream's, gurgling cheer,
As laughter of children ringing out clear,
The song bird are orchestrating a choir,
Trees as props against heaven’s amphitheater!
This blessed life of mine, so full, so rich,
I’ll never trade for another or ever switch,
For riches and treasures that perish and decay,
Nothing can make me throw it away!
I count my blessings moment by moment,
I live my life richly instant by instant,
Ardently enjoying the here and the now,
This, my life a gift from above!!
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