Blessed

When I was a young child

I stared into the night

Gazing at the sky above

And all its brilliant lights

And I wondered and I questioned

Everything I saw

Wondered why the grass was green

And why the trees grow tall

And why do they reach for heaven

With their branches spread out wide

And why does a geode

Have a crystal deep inside?

Why do all the little birds

Fly so very high?

Touching clouds with their wings

Way up in the sky?

And why do the willows weep

While the robins sit and sing?

Could it be, they foresee

What the future will soon bring?

Then of course there is mankind

With his own set of rules

Living life, controlling

Teaching lessons that are cruel

And wondering why the Earth revolts

With hurricane and floods

Knowing that the truth is sung

By each wild mourning dove?

When I was a young child

I stared into the night

Gazing at the heavens

And all its pretty lights

And I wondered and I questioned

Why I was different from the rest

And then suddenly I realized

That I must be truly blessed!