Sometimes
It’s the chickens scratching in the dirt
The little seedlings standing straight and tall
Sometimes
It’s the mulberry tree, lopsided and leaning
Swaying deeply in the wind
Sometimes
It’s the hush of the house, quiet and still
Laced with the smell of toast and tea
Sometimes
A minute, a moment
The world in quiet welcome
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ooooooo......love that Cathy.
The beauty of small precious moments. Thank you Cathy!