Gratitude 

In slumber's realm, I find my peace

A world where fantasies can't cease

The blind may dream of radiant light

The deaf, of harmonies that take flight

But I, with senses whole and bright

Need not lament or pine for more in sight

For wealth and gold, I do not yearn

Nor weep for silver's absence that would burn

True riches lie in life's simple grace

In every breath, a gift, a sacred space

To walk, to see, to hear, to be

A complete human, wild and free

So let me cherish every waking hour

And find my blessings in life's gentle power

For in the beauty of each new day

I am rich, I am blessed, I am complete in every way.