The Joy Of Small Things.

With the bloom of flowers,
the happiness showers.
The babble of kids,
Oh! what joy it brings.

Twinkly stars at night,
make my day more bright.
Merrier seems my mood,
with echo of the wind.

As we move our way,
life entangles everyday.
We toil and toil,
yet tougher days seem.

But through snag and haste,
I have found a way.
To smile and sing,
and see beauty in small things.

by joana bluementhal

Comments (3)

Beautiful write, Joana... joyful in its simplicity! Brian
Finally someone who got it right! A really merry poem - keep that attitude!
Joana, that's the perfect poem to be read on a sunny Saturday! ! ! !