The Little Things

A robin's song in the morning breeze,

puts my mind straight into ease.

The way the sunshine's in the sky,

the way the clouds are floating by.

My coffee warm, a steaming cup,

when I simply know I have enough.

A gentle voice of loved ones near,

is something I hold very dear.

Oceans warm and coral reefs,

old books, a journal, autumn leaves.

These tiny gifts make my spirit bright,

in simple things I find delight.

Not every joy must grandly shine,

some are quiet, soft, and kind.

Here's to all that small grace brings,

a heart fulfilled by little things.