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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