He doesn't need
To lie on his death bed
To celebrate
The simple gifts of life.

No matter what form
Or what size,
He celebrates.

Bystanders watch,
Jealous of his joy
Not knowing his secret
Open to all.

The grass is greener
On the side of who
Celebrates more than what
The other chooses to.

Breathe, be still
The sun is shining
The sky is blue
The day might be difficult
But tomorrow is brand new
Still today is the day you were given
So enjoy it before it’s through

Ultimately, what you believe, you are.

How beautiful is the Present;
A gift of infinite choice!