Simple things
Simple things are lovely things
Rain, dropping from the eaves
Is molten silver streaming down
Upon the fallen leaves.
The thick, gray mantle of the fog
Hides everything from view
Footsteps make a hollow sound
When they're unseen by you.
The echo of a horse's hoof
Upon the cobblestone
Beats like a strange, erratic pulse
Within my heart alone.
A quiet hour on the sand
When all the tide is out
Brings with it something deeper
Than I care to talk about.
Shafts of sunlight through the trees
That grow upon a hill
The first green shoots above the ground
Though winter lingers still.
Simple things are lovely things
We need no wealth to share
The monotone of nature's soul
...That whispers everywhere!
~ Grace E. Easley
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