Little Things by Mike Williams 01/30/2016 @ 11:51 P.M.

The wind blows through the fairy chimes, 
How they tinkle in sweet delight. 
The snow drops blossom fair in morning sun, 
And display their bowed heads of white. 

A wren chirps bright and gay upon the fence, 
As I watch on with a smile. 
I linger on the front porch swing taking it in, 
And rest my happy heart a while. 

The trees show chartreuse buds anew, 
Coming blooms in the spring. 
The cardinal, the sparrow, and the mocking bird, 
Charm the world in songs they sing. 

I feel my soul renewed out in the garden, 
How it brushes all pains away. 
Here I am most alive and feel bursting with life, 
It's the little things that make my day.