My Inconceivable Gratitude

The words "thank you" do not have
the depth to hold the gratitude I feel.
There is no way to measure
the impact of your kindness
nor the appreciation I have
for your sweet and tender embrace.
There is no way to express
just how grateful I am.
For you have given to me
an enchanting, luscious spring
with bountiful blossoms of every color
after an enduring, arduous, and desolate winter.

And you didn't just bring spring.
You brought me the promise
of a new spring to come
whenever winter takes hold again.

You cannot measure the gratitude
of one whose strife has ended;
we take nothing for granted
after having known
the mind-numbing effects of scarcity.
You cannot measure the appreciation
of one who turns their face to the sun
after having been lost
in sorrow filled oblivion.
We take nothing for granted.

The words "thank you" do not have
the depth to hold the gratitude I feel.
There is no way to measure
the impact of your kindness,
nor the appreciation I have
for the love you've shared with me.
So I will say,
        Thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul
        for the profusions of blossoms,
        for the golden sunlight against
        the lively green leaves,
        for bringing to me this luscious spring. 
        Thank you for changing my world.