Such a word having the impact, Of loyalty and honor as though bound by a servant to its master. Who knows to what extent, A long way it could go for. They question; what are you grateful for? She says Only nature... The beauty of nature For what good would it be for her self worth. Sometimes it can create, Your own simmering delusions of something good to come. Gratitude, for what it's worth, Comes to terms with life's experiences. Timeless events recounts memories of euphoria. But for some it's trauma For gratitude they say, yields self-love. But for the lost, It's an entangled struggle, Between the unbridled essence of their being, In a world driven by the despair of worldliness and the sorry feeling of their very existence. Or at least, that's the way it seems...