The Simple Things
There's beauty in the simple things
How the sun kisses the water,
the way the morning bird sings
Oh yes, there's beauty in the simple things
A girl taking her hair down
after a long day,
Washing off her mascara,
wiping her lipstick away
Or when a boy bows his head
to meet his girl's father
showing him that he's worthy
to hold the hand of his daughter
Oh yes, there's beauty in a rain cloud
filled up with a heavy mist
giving way to a lover's first kiss.
Slow, passionate, and full of bliss
I believe that
When the wind blows through the trees,
my long-lost love is whispering to me
And I believe that
When the moon meets the stars
the universe is telling me that he is not very far
I believe there's beauty in the simple things
When the rain falls down and embraces me
Or when the sun shines down
to reflect off the sea.
It's true, I believe in the beauty of the simple things.
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