The Little Things

Live for the bird’s song at daybreak

The sizzling bacon in a Sunday breakfast

The morn that consists of only a cup of coffee and a non-existent to-do list

Live for the smell of roses caught in the summer breeze

You see on a barefoot walk of the town

Whose gardener planted them with nothing but a heart of love

Live for the friendship you find

In every laugh and cry

And each moment in which you bond

Live not to simply exist but to enjoy every moment of life