Blessings in Disguise

  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.