I'm grateful for the trees that still hold onto the soil, so tight that their veins crawl out to the river,

I'm grateful for the river that still plays its heavenly ballad, with the flick of the sun flattering its glory,

I'm grateful for the sun that still irradiates the faces of those I hold dear, without burning their hopeful dreams,

I'm grateful for my dear ones, for they're the gift of God I thought I didn't need,

I'm grateful for the God I believe, for His name teaches me what love is.

© Thalia Noya