Grateful

By Christina Hoover

So grateful for my sight,

To see the world around me,

The sun, the moon, the stars so bright,

A bird sitting in a tree,

I ponder what it must be like,

To be blind and never have seen,

The light of a candle in the night,

Or the color of grass so green,

To have ears but never have heard,

The sound of the ocean,

The song of a bird,

Don't take things for granted,

Is the lesson of this poem,

We must not forget, 

That life is but a loan.