I Thank You
by e.e. Cummings

I thank You God for most this amazing
(this day, this one, here, now) day:

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;

and for everything which is natural
which is infinite
which is yes

(I who have died am alive again today,

Dead with boredom, routine, Monday morning
and an empty grey week stretching on forever)

and this is the sun's birthday;

this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:

and of the gay great happening illimitably earth.

How should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing
any – lifted from the no of all nothing –

human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears are awake
and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e.e. cummings