Gratitude for This Earth Called Home: A poem

I look to the sky and smile back at the sun

As thanks for kissing my face yet another day

Wrap my arms around myself as the warm breeze

Envelops me in an intangible blanket of protection

Grip my toes into the cool, soft moss and grass

The way my cat slowly kneads her favourite blanket

I take in the wild, vivid colour palette before me

As if admiring a painting by one of the Greats

In the stillness and quiet of a new, calm morning

My joyful gratitude is at its deepest frequency

Resonating into all the little corners of my heart

For how lucky I am to call this Earth my home