There is no such thing as “the little things”

Miraculous 

The waggling wind weaving through

Waving grasses

The baked browns of autumn

And the crisp crackle of wayside leaves

Miraculous 

The baby bud and the bouncing blue jay 

Youth in all its greenery 

And age in all its bloomery

Miraculous 

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