For All The Thanks I'm Giving
A word inspires
Feelings,
And
Meanings,
And
Meaningfulness
Like a wandering
Soul
Finds his
Footsteps
Being
Followed
By our past
And illuminated
By his
Future.
No one steps foot
In the fields
Without a farm
To
Grow.
Choose your crop.
Master your plowing.
Because you reap
What you
Sow,
So get to
Planting,
My dearest
Plant friends
And
Anemones.
From land
To
Sea,
What kind of
Plant will you grow
To
Be?
We,
As humans,
Are like
Plants you see.
Forever grateful
For the time
And love we’re given,
As we bloom and spread our
Petals,
We find our
Tea
In
Kettles
Continue to warm our soul,
And nurture
Our brain,
And make us grow
Far
From
Insane.
You’ll bloom
And
Grow,
And the people around will
Keep you
Quenched,
And make sure
You’re never
Benched.
You’ll always be hungry
For more.
Thirsty,
I’m
Sure.
Ambitious
For
Lore.
But you’ll never
Fail to create
A
Story
To
Be
Told.
Remember the people you’ve
Touched,
Because they’ve certainly
Stretched you,
Rolled you,
Folded you,
Unraveled you,
Excited you,
Incited you,
Baffled you,
Mesmerized you,
And most certainly
Thanked you,
Just as you’ll certainly,
Continually,
Thank them.
For all that the world has
Given,
Gives,
And shall
Continue to
Give you,
Will be a story,
Your story,
To be told.
Today is not a day
To endorse
Your gratitude,
But to enforce
It’s purpose.
Even a fake
Celebration
Is a real glimpse
Into what you really
Can
Thank
The
World
For.
That farm we continue to grow up on
Doesn’t have to be perfect,
But it does have to be
Tended to,
Nurtured,
And
Taken care of
Daily.
The routine may make us
Sick at times,
But it’s the loopholes
That we find to
Escape
The
Loop
Of our day-to-day
That make us humans after
All.
Thank you to my parents
For making me into the
Beanstalk,
Where my mind
Can be
Jack,
And
The giants
Are my doubts.
Jack
Overcame,
And so do we
All.
It’s not our current world,
But the one we tend to
Create
That makes us storytellers,
Not just
Land
Dwellers.
Thank you to my friends for making
The world a place
Where exploration
And
Adventure
Is never disconnected from
A funny
Tale
Or two.
Laughter is medicine,
So I must be surrounded
By doctors
Who prescribe it
Daily.
Smiles are contagious,
So it must be a plague
We
Live
In
Gaily.
Life is unexplored,
So I must be flooded with
Adventurers
As
Companions.
Love is fragile,
But I find the ones that
I’ve given and received it from
Are gentle
Archeologists
That dug a path to my brain,
Found
A place in my heart,
Set up camp,
Lit a fire,
Made blueprints and
Dig sites,
And will continue to be documenting,
Immortalizing,
And exploring,
Just as the
Start.
Forever and always,
Even,
Miles apart,
Searching,
Being,
And
Living
In the greatest cave to exist,
My heart.
For all the thanks
I’m
Giving,
I expect none in
Return.
For thanks is all
But a word,
And showing it
Is all we’ve
Ever
Deserved.
So thanks my friends,
Because when all we’ve got is
Life to live,
Love,
Happiness
And
Laughter
Are just some of the things
I hope to continue to
Provide
In this great big world,
With
No
Divide.
It’s life after all.
What you do is
What
You
Decide.
Thanks for giving.
Happy
Thanksgiving.
