God’s gift

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Drink water from river;
The water is flowing and fresh;
Breathe air from woods;
The air is all vigour and zest.

Sleeping under tree shade;
Sleep is sound, short and sweet;
Pluck a hanging apple red;
Eating is as if a heavenly treat.

Let feet touch bare earth;
Feel in head vibrating health;
Raise hands up in prayer;
Reach His showering wealth.

All this for no money;
Not buy one and get one free.