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