A Poem of Gratitude
Each morning I awake to a beautiful sunrise.
I walk outside and see nothing that is a surprise.
I breathe and take it all in.
Thanking God I am alive, I touch my skin.
So much beauty before my eyes,
this reality far from lies.
In spite of feeling sad,
I think of all the memories I've had.
Good or bad, no experience has been wasted.
What joy, tears and love I have tasted.
By Adelina Fabiano