Thanksgiving Poem by Jacob macharia

The sheets unseen,
Sets my eyes dim,
I can't differentiate green,
Nor get notice of cream.
As the last blink takes shore,
With relentless effort to keep wake,
And the fatigued mind snore,
This seems like an amazing bake.
She strolls in my dreams,
He guards my hard earned wealth,
And as the balcony reveals the extremes,
That's all that I ever wished on this earth.
Each night as I take rest,
I don't take it for granted,
Coz it took a lot of his Majesty,
And all I can do is bow down with thanksgiving.