Look all around us blessings galore,
a flower or a peach or the sun over the shore.
It just takes some looking things are always there.
Sometimes we try our hardest but we just spare.
A strike would be better but think like this.
Some things out there you don't ever want to miss.
Once a moment is lost some parts can be found.
Sometimes your pins will all be knocked down.
Once they all are hit they will be set back up.
Just for you there is a pinch of luck.
Blessings, blessings, are all around.
Just waiting to be seen or carefully found.
Once collected in our conscious thought.
You will start to notice even the smallest rain drop.
It might be big, to ant or a bug.
But a wonderful blessing is the blessing of love.
There are many ways, simple at best.
To express our love don't ever take a rest.
Never stop to think why, when or how.
For you express love, by listening for its sound.
Its song is the trumpet it will play again and again.
If you don't take love for granted it will live past the end.
Even past death love can conquer.
Walls will be thrown down, we will want no longer.
We have wanted long enough, time has come.
To count our blessings, name them on by one.
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