Sometimes the little things really make the difference...
There's a place and a time and a rain and a shine
A pond of perfection and beauty's whine
I don't go there all the time but
In the rhyme I play with mine
Being, holding, nourishing
The light may come the light may go
The here and now bright with flight
Finding those places and spaces
as simple as looking
loving
and
fine.
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