Nothing Little

But there is nothing little About the way they make me feel. The sense of peace they carry Is both comforting and real. Because it's just one song And just one butterfly and bird. Just one star and just one leaf In one enormous world. And so the probability Of noticing it all. Is close to nearly nothing, Almost infinitely small. And that is how I know That when that leaf floats into view. it isn't a coincidence, But a sign of love from you. So keep on shooting stars at me keep playing me your song. Whilst you dance atop the rainbows A blow heart-shaped leaves along. Yes, keep on sending signs my love I'll always look around. For you butterflies on breezes And your feathers on the ground.