Blessings are gems which
make the recipient grateful.
Count them.

Staring out the windowpane
I see the ivy entwined
about the walls and old trees
and I feel at peace.
Nature gives me peace.

Where the sweet clover grows
On the hill past the stream,
Many hours are spent
Beneath the shade of trees
Writing poetry in spring.

Live life today, right now,
for tomorrow is all unknown.