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.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2025
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