Grand schemes of mountains and seas
Lakes that span a hundred miles.
Tempests raging in a palace of ease.
Rivers carved into curious aisles.
A thousand horseman on backs of steeds.
A hundred in the retinue of a dozen kings.
But i have grown to see our needs
are based on little things.
The smile of a laughing child,
The way the sun comes through the leaves
The wonder of a snowflake pile
a heart worn on someone's sleeve.
The tender kiss of a mother's lips
The sweetness wrought by a spring spray,
More wonderful by far than cast-iron ships
Is the beauty of a new day.
I wrote this for you, Divine. Even if it is hard to write and sing, keep writing and smiling.
:) Happy birthday, Divine...:)
YOU ARE READING
The Quiet Song
PoetryDedicated to some who remind me to smile. :) This is a now completed book on friendship (which I hope is never terminated.) Please enjoy.:) Again, a perfect artpiece by @LukeHochrein....
