Busy World

How I wish that I could show you

all the beauty I can see,

from the rainbow reaching overhead,

to the world beneath the sea,

the glint of sun on  window panes,

washed clean by winter’s gift,

the way the grass moves and sways

when touched by wind’s soft kiss,

perhaps the sight of new-born birds,

that herald in the spring,

so many simple joys forgotten,

in this busy world we’re in.

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