The Little Things
When the leaves rustle
And the bird sings
I don't need all the hustle and bustle
It's the little things.
The miniscule happenings of life
Like music notes through my ears they ring
Through all my hardships and strife
It's the little things.
Awesome are the little joys of the world
Oh, the happiness to me they bring
When I think my life has just unfurled
Comfort is brought by the little things.
Simply sitting outside on a sunny day
Watching the rain in the spring
I can rid myself of all dismay
By thinking of those little things.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world