Gratitude… says the flower
Whose petals blossom
To the mighty sun’s power.
Gratitude… says the smile
That which comes rippling
In a heart waiting all the while.
Gratitude… says the river
As she merges with the blue ocean
Growing along vaster and wider
Gratitude… says the trees
As the dawn breaks through
Rising tall to reach the skies
Gratitude… says the child
To feel always a gentle hand
Holding it strong and kind.
-
Sandhya
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