Transcendent

It doesn’t matter what you have

If you’re not grateful for it

If you live in a mud shack or a palace

Joy you forfeit

It doesn’t matter if you’re rich

Or powerful, or handsome

Your happiness is held at bay

By envy’s thankless ransom

I doesn’t matter if you’re poor

It’s simply arbitrary

If you appreciate your state

And blessing count--you’re merry

For gratitude and happiness

Are the same thing we find

For neither can exist apart

But coexist in mind

The cause and the effect conjoined

And highly independent

From luck, fortune, and circumstance

Our gratitude’s transcendent