There are little things in life that I can see,
Like the tender markings in a tree.
The dew that clings to the grass anew,
These are little things that are special to me.
A bird with wings that are so blue,
A certain kind of look~
The bubbling of a brook.
Little things you have to look for but are there.
A chipmunk playing in the grass,
Your reflection in a looking glass.
Little things that catch my eye,
As I watch my world pass by…
C. Burgess (c)