Blessings in Disguise
The wind blows across my face,
Leaves whip the side of the train.
A faint sound of music down the rail,
My little friends are all by my side.
A creaky, rusty squeak,
Of metal wheels on track.
A lone hat lies on the side,
Silently waiting for its lost owner.
All around I see blessings,
Each is a different disguise.
So, I silently thank God,
For every little one.