In the quiet of a morning sky,
Where golden light begins to sigh,
I find a grace in simple things,
Like dewdrops caught on sparrow wings.
A cup of warmth to start the day,
The laughter shared along the way,
A leaf that dances, free and bold,
A story in the air, untold.
The kind words spoken, soft and true,
The old dog’s eyes, a comforting hue,
The fleeting touch of someone near,
A moment’s peace, a heart sincere.
These little gifts, so often passed,
Are the miracles that ever last—
For in the small, the soul can see,
A universe of harmony.
Thank-you reading.
Much Love and light.
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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