Lucky

I used to hurry down the streets
Face down
Straight home

Never took the time
to look around
and see
what it all was like

Now the tide has turned
I take my time
Lift my head
Go for a ride
every now or then

and I look up
at the trees
at the birds
at the homes

and I realize
how beautiful
the world, my world, is

The sun shines
upon the trees
I see rays of light
shining through the leaves and twigs

The leaves are colorful
the birds are whisteling unconcerned
People coming home from work
cheerfully returning to their families

How come I never noticed before
How beautiful our world is?
Luck is in those small things.
Boy, when I lift my head
and look around

I feel lucky.