This Blessed, Life

This blessed life is just the beginning. 10-fingers and 10-toes, and a name tag. Spring is in the air, and the flowers are brimming. Horse in the stable, head in a nosebag She is neighing and skipping her tail swishing. Frogs near lily pads by the riverbank are leaping without any misgiving. Everywhere, a loud bird song-swank. Joyous as a butterfly's toes warm molten filtering those first few morning sun rays through its soft wings, body, and abdomen this blessed life abounds with many clichés. But, no question, it is truly a gift. Even at times when life was cut adrift.