words are the gratitude of life

the pitter patter of singular raindrops, out of the whole thunderstorm, 

because without the rain, there would yet to be a hurricane

something so small on the morning grass, yet so big on violent forecasts

words are the gratitude of life 

ebbing and flowing, they are the salt to the sea

stinging to those who open their eyes under the waves

peaceful waters can line the horizon, but when a tsunami comes along all is forgotten 

crashing hard against the shore, but not always accompanied by a roar

words are the gratitude of life

communicating through the song of language

our deepest thoughts amused on the sheet music of our world

each note a unique sound vibrating through the air

its impact invisible to the eye, but settles deep down with no deny

words are the gratitude of life

one star does not make a picture, nor does it capture essence

but create a starry sky and you have the world lit up in your eyes

you cannot feel the heat but you know not to get too close, 

leaving traces against the night, causing explosions or providing light 

words are the gratitude of life

singular seeds in a garden of magnitude

plowing through weeds to let the fauna grow

masses of color garnish the air

a pungent hue camouflaged beneath the sweet one, even the evil still grow towards the sun

it doesn’t matter where you go

myriad of droplets continue to glow

saltiness in the sea overflows

resonating notes both high and low 

these characters shine their light on woe

blossoming up from the ground below

words are the gratitude of life