Simple Pleasures
In morning light, a gentle breeze,
The rustle of the whispering leaves,
A cup of tea, warm and sweet,
The quiet joy of small retreats.
A laugh shared with a dear old friend,
The way the sky begins to bend,
As sunsets paint the evening glow,
In those soft moments, hearts will grow.
The scent of rain on thirsty ground,
A book’s embrace, where dreams abound,
Barefoot walks on grassy fields,
Nature’s touch, a heart that heals.
These simple things, they softly weave,
A tapestry of what we believe,
That in the stillness, joy is found,
In everyday life, love knows no bounds.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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