(Written on Thanksgiving, 2015, morning during a hike on the hills near my home)
Who Do I Thank
Oh! Who do I thank?
This beautiful morning,
What do I call thee,
Creation or evolution?
Or just a marching of time?
Infinity or finite universe,
Does it matter,
Here and now?
Sunlight streaming,
Birds chirping,
Colorful leaves
Caught in an up draft ,
Fluttering
Like butterfles
Glistening in the morning sun,
Mild breeze
Caressing my face,
Cooling touch
Gently drying my sweaty skin,
Heart pounding
Begging for rest,
One more step,
One more bend on the trail,
Just thankful to be away
Amidst nature so bountiful.
Giving freely all its blessings,
Asking nothing in return.
Just thankful to be
Here and now,
Thanks to be
In this beautiful world.
Fleeting Muse 