No one knows how much I love the little things.
The way the birds sing.
The way the summertime feels after spring.
The little things aren’t so little to me.
Like a flower to a bee.
Like a leaf to a tree.
The little things taste sweet like honey to me.
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UnchartedPoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think the little things should be more appreciated.
- Category: Reflection
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I agree.
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