Many Blessings


With my ukulele guiding me down the pathway to good vibes.

With the breeze in my hair giving me a feeling of pure comfort.

With the sun on my face enveloping me in its transient warmth.

With my sister’s melodious voice singing sweet, sweet harmony.

With the enchanting gleam of the Milky Way above the tall oak trees.

With the hidden beauty in each day,

I count my many blessings.


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