As she looks out of the window
Through the things of this inside
She spots not one
Not two
But many!
She smiles like she found out a secret
To eternal joy.
A smug security settles on her content being
She tries to count those many
Those many that color her life
Breath a new meaning, fulfillment
Even peace
Upon her blessed existence
She tries to count them
Those perspectives
That broaden her world view
That widen her prospects
To find happiness
Everywhere she treads.
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