A summer's breeze, a smiling child,
daffodil that's growing wild,
deep orange sunset in the West;
little things, I love the best.
still dark night with fireflies,
laughter in my mother's eyes,
multicolored rainbow's end ...
little things that count, my friend.
fuzzy warm puppy (licking my face),
with hugs and a loving embrace,
pouring down on a roof made of tin,
under a shade (with a soft gentle wind);
little things make life worth living.
kind to a stranger, caring and giving,
and sharing your hopes and your dreams;
is nothing more precious than those little things.
Vickie Lambdin ~
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