We grumble when the work is long,
While others pray to just belong.
We sigh at waking with the sun,
While some feel life has just begun.
We moan about the meals we eat,
While others beg for scraps or wheat.
We groan at gaining weight too fast,
While some dream of a meal to last.
We frown at chores and daily grind,
While others seek what they can't find.
We curse the noise, the rush, the race,
While others long for just one place.
But every breath, each task, each day,
Is proof that grace has found its way.
So open wide your heart and eyes—
There's beauty hid in daily skies.
Give thanks for all, both big and small,
For life itself is gift to all.
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