It’s the third day of Christmas.
And here I am
sitting under the shade of a barky tree,
listening to the river,
counting my blessings as they float on by.
What is this beautiful life?
What is this warm breeze
that gives me everything I never knew I needed?
This feeling soothes me.
And every time it finds me
it’s essence fills me more
like a drug that’s addicted to me.
Oh, how I crave it.
Oh, how I wish it would stay.