Bless them all

I sat on the porch swing one day

Thanking God for everything bright and gay

A crisp breeze brushed my cheeks

Cruising her way through my hair

Excited strands ran after her

To make her stay, to hold her there

But euphoria can’t be bound they say

So she gamboled away

God Bless the little soul of hers

She made everything so bright and gay

Then the old sun with the all-knowing smile

Sprinkled some of his brilliant shine;

On the silent tiny droplets

Sitting on the green of the grape vine.

But the drops not absorbing the light;

Reflected their little rainbows for me to play.

God bless their selfless hearts

They made everything so bright and gay

The cradling swing played a happy tune.

With its creaking joint it sings.

The quarrelling sparrows turned dancers

To touch every note with their wings

God Bless these lively birds I say

They made everything so bright and gay