For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 133
The Gift of Tiny Things
It is, I think, the tiny things
that often give soul it’s wings
the humming bird in darting flight
fills the heart with pure delight
dandelion offered from a tiny hand
I’ve never seen a gift so grand
a gentle touch, a quiet smile
a laugh, a joke, and all the while
wondering what tomorrow brings
life is lived in the tiny things
Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP
What a lovely poem, I’m bookmarking this.
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Oh thank you so much. 🙂
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Love this. It ties in with my observation that it’s the transient things in life that moves the soul to love.
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I agree. I find that often things are all the more precious because they ARE transient. Like sunsets, lilacs, and babies of all sorts, unique, precious and transient. 🙂
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Yes, indeed, yes
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It is so true, the little things do mean so much 😀
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