Poetry Project 2017: Day 184

Softly singing 
the crickets 
tells us it's time 
to harvest.

Time to reap,
time to enjoy the bounty.

Oh, how lucky we are!

Safe and secure, 
able to sleep soundly to the serenade 
of the crickets
under the bright harvest moon.

Surrounded by beauty, 
we live in bliss.
Comforts of all kinds
are at our fingertips.

Yet all this magnificence 
seems mundane and ordinary.
We can't be thankful,
and appreciate our life, extraordinary.

Next time you hunker down
in your soft bed,
belly still full from dinner
and a roof over your head:

Take a moment to love 
your life and all you have; 
all those who gave it to you,
and all those who have none.

 

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