Small Wonders
The sun rises to start the day.
Each one I see a different way.
It melts the ice that clings to the tree.
I’m amazed by the small wonders I see.
Early in the morning right after a snow,
It seems so peaceful in the valley below.
As I walk only my tracks I see,
Small wonders never cease to amaze me.
When I feel sad and seem so alone,
My wandering mind lets my spirit roam.
Small wonders appear from out of the night.
Revealing themselves with the morning light.
Sometimes it feels like I am invisible,
Like a prime number only by one divisible.
I walk by people who just pass me by.
Never quite certain of even knowing why.
I sit down to write and return to myself.
My happiness can’t rely on someone else.
Confidence arises from out of my fear.
Again small wonders seem to appear.
The stars and the moon shine so bright.
Remind me of a world barely in sight.
I close my eyes and start to dream,
Small wonders appear to be part of the scheme.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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