Blessings

Sitting under the twinkling stars,

That have touched me with fingers of love,

I thought of the countless blessings,

God scatters on earth from above.

The winter brings long, pleasant evenings,

The spring brings a promise of flowers,

That summer breathes into fruition,

And autumn brings glad, golden hours.

The woodlands echo with music,

The moonbeams ensilver the sea,

There's natural beauty all around us,

And the world is as fair as can be.

But humans are always complaining!

Each one thinks his own a sad lot,

And forgetting the good things about him,

Goes mourning for those he has not.

Instead of the star-studded sky, 

We look at the dust on our feet,

We drain out the cup that is bitter,

Forgetting the one that is sweet.

If we start counting our blessings, 

We'll realise we have more than we need, 

We will then thank the Almighty,

Feeling happy and blessed indeed!