My thanks to be given

My thanks to be given

I am always very observant in an new environment,
I pay close attention to the people.

How families intermingle,
if parents are close with their children,
how grand kids maneuver around the elders.

In a lot of cases  you can spot who has hurt who,
who is looked up too,
Which ones outside of this environment is crew.
I consider those observations to be quite a winnable game.

The struggle comes from observing the environment.
How does earth feel?
Are the heaven’s pleased?
Does the soil embrace the gratitude given on this day?
Are the trees aware of the thankful feelings humans portray on thanksgiving day?

I am with a family that holds hands, gets in a circle and give thanks,
It is my turn.
I would like to give thanks to the heaven’s,
you give me something to look up to.
To the trees, plants, flowers, and all the greenery,
you keep it breathable, even though I really never acknowledge you.
Finally, to my mother,
You continually show me that no matter where I go,  no matter where I am,
I will be with sisters and brothers   amongst family,
you find ways to show me that no matter the geography
I will have people who   Go love me.

Thank you
PKA LyingTongue