by e.e. cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing day
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural
which is infinite
which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?