Little Things

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)


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