I thank you for my life and limbs
to move through this whole world that hymns
the good of love’s creative whims.
To make each self that learns & sings
the song that from it bell-like rings
- and also animals and things.
I thank you for that lovely breeze,
I thank you for the sun through trees
(then there’s the music; more than these).
Maybe I’ll hear a tall one sneeze,
for as i look they truly sway,
the short ones dandle leaves today
that catch the light, send it this way.
And I am one put here to say
what could be said, & try to play
the music, so more ears can hear
some notes (of Chardonnay, or beer,)
of what goes down in this world here,
these ecosystems that appear
and work with all concerted cheer
for good that’s all, in all, so near…
if I reach out, I might just touch
creative love & good as such
not just their services, so much,
or all the “goods” - there's quite a clutch
of eggs that bring more good, no glut
just piles, enough to make ya shut
ya mouth; then open wide… this much…
Say “Ahh”...
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