GRATITUDE.


 


I GAZED on the flowers,


All fresh and sweet,


Lifting their heads


The sunlight to greet,


With their leaves still wet,


In the morning's dew,


And I said, "Little flowers,


What can you do


In return for all


That is done for you?"


And the flowers all softly


Seemed to reply,


Their pure faces fondly


Raised to the sky:


"In return for warmth,


And water, and food,


We grow all we can,


And breathe gratitude."


 


New York Observer