The Small Things

It was the small things that left us indifference to change tiny spots on a ladybugs back the transparent silky dust on a butterflies wing we'd forgotten how simple it all were the warm breeze blowing leaves about giant maple trees it was the sprinkling raindrops way before the storm it was the ripples of salty waves crashes among the shores the empty smiles on old men faces playing chess the casual goodbyes at the train station