Thankfulness For What You Could Not Afford
Suppose God charged us for the rain,
or put a price on a songbird’s strain
of music, the dawn-mist on the plain.
How much would autumn landscapes cost,
or a window etched with winter’s frost,
and the rainbow’s glory so quickly lost!
Suppose that people had to pay
to see the sunset’s crimson play
and the magic stars on the Milky Way.
Suppose it was fifty cents a night,
to watch the pale moon’s silvery light,
or watch a gull in graceful flight?
How much, I wonder, would it be worth
to smell the good, brown, fragrant earth
in spring? The miracle of birth—
How much do you think people would pay
for a baby’s laugh at the close of day?
Suppose God charged us for them I say.
Suppose we paid to look at the hills,
for the rippling mountain rills,
or the mating song of the Whippoorwills,
or the curving breakers of the sea,