A happy day of thanks to all
for everything that's good:
for things that fly and swim and crawl,
for soil and stone and wood;
for water in its every form
without which all would die,
likewise for daylight from the warm
bright sun that fills the sky.
Give thanks for yellow, red and blue
and all the color wheel,
for ears to hear and eyes to view,
for taste and smell and feel;
for work that's meaningful to do
with hands or heart or mind,
for every loving act that grew
from acts equally kind.
Let's even give a nod of thanks
to life's sad sister death.
Without that sister's painful pranks
there'd be no more new breath.
For every chance we find to sit
with even one companion
and share some food and talk a bit
and make the meal a grand one,
give thanks to care and thanks to share
a moment with a friend.
The greatest thing is not so rare:
It's love, that's all. The end.
Robin Clifford Wood
November 25, 2010