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.
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David Wakeling (
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How easily we overlook the simple things that have the most beauty and importance. How often do we think of breathing. Loved the meaning in this poem
Thank you. I think it needs work but thanks for your insight mi amigo
The world does not ask to be noticed, yet still, it hums.
A leaf sways, a bird turns, light shifts against the window—
without urgency, without demand.
What if wonder was not something sought,
but a joy that is always remembered?
Good question. I wonder about stuff like that all the time. Thanks for commenting compadre
Excellent musings amigo🕊️🙏🏻
That's nice take a deep breath and just relax, enjoyed the read
Indeed.The monks have been telling us for centuries.Thanks for commentiing
You are very welcome
Joy to the world indeed as I wandered through this lovely poem, as if opening a door to the beauties of life. A poem and therein all that is joyous.
My kind regards, David,
Tony.
Thank you so much for commenting mi amigo.
Excellent write David
Thanks compadre
You're welcome
So many little things bring wonder to our live David.
Andy
Yes indeed.Thanks for reading
There is such great virtue in each small humble sign, a beauty that is both vibrant and innocent too, much enjoyed this piece of yours David!
Thank you.Your kind critique is most welcome
to see beauty in the simplest things - this is a simple but lovely luxury overlooked by many
enjoyed the read
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