How Lucky

Although pain is ever present,

And sorrow never ceasing,

Light by the sun is always sent,

Happiness ever increasing.

No nigt lasts forever,

As the earth and all its glory

Continues to stun us humans so clever,

As it tells us an amazing story.

From the highest peak,

To the smallest bug,

To the peace we seek,

And the grass laid out like a rug;

How lucky are we,

To call this place home,

Where everything we see,

Is ours to have and roam.