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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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