Oh what joy there is in simple things,
The spider\'s web, the parrot\'s wings,
I have been with the sunlight,
That word, that twist of fate,
That spark that made the world,
It\'s still going after all this time,
Still the same old rodeo,
Something spoke across the universe,
Life was the wondrous reply.
Responsibility, duty or just joy,
Either way, confident or coy,
There is beauty hanging on every tree,
Like leaves of the Maple in symmetry,
Wonder in the baby’s smile,
Perhaps there is happiness awhile,
If time is taken away from the chore,
And be grateful when you see magic outside the door.