Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel 

And smiling,

Because nothing is perfect. 

Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,

Pushing into the sun,

Living in a ditch,

And still growing upwards. 

When rain falls on children,

A recess outside spent,

Not wasted, 

Returning earthworms to the grass. 

Waiting anxiously behind clouds,

The sun who never fails to appear.