The Little Things
The sweet air that we breathe
Sunshine that our skin welcomes
The crops that sprout from the ground, waiting to be picked
The soft sand that flattens beneath our feet
And the wind that plays with your hair
Are all Little things that are more magnificent than we realize them to be.
The sweet laughter of a child
The astonishing smile of a newborn
The first steps of a child
Are Little Things that never fail to fill us with happiness.
The Sun rises
The air never ceases to exist
The lake quietly sloshes from side to side
As quick as they appear, they can quickly vanish-
So let us continue to realize the magnificence of these little things.
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