What I felt the world needs

When air about

is one of doubt,

anger, hate,

and hollow debate;

when all around

distaste is found

and dejection and disaster

make cynicism grow faster;

when a shadow, so dark, its head rears

and the soul does tremble as it fears

that the only message one wishes to send

is for this filthy world to end

let's give thanks.

Let's give thanks

for the fact that birds still fly;

that grass is green under a somewhat blue sky;

for the fact that music lives

still and our hearts, some hope, gives;

for the tender smile

that we see once in a while

in a passing stranger

without any danger;

for the life we gave a child

who's still so innocent and mild

she weeps as the last flower falls

and is overjoyed at the koel's calls;

for the fact that we still see beauty

in an actor's performance of his duty;

for the joy in that bounding greeting

the street dog shows in the everyday meeting;

for the wonderful part

played by wonderful art

in our lives

and in our hives;

for the invention of the pop-tart;

for the late morning's sleepy start;

for chocolate and coffee;

for wine and whiskey;

for an evening's gentle rain;

for good ol' mary-jane;

for trees of green, red roses too;

for every time someone said, "I love you.".

And last of all, but standing tall,

before this world of ours ends,

let's all shout and make it a call:

let's give thanks for all our friends.