In the grand scheme of life
it is not the great that matters much.
It is the simple things,
the small, seemingly
inconsequential touch.
Small moments, few words,
little things...
like seeds and baby birds.
morning dewdrops on
newly unfurled leaves,
tiny buds adorning
spring flowering trees,
a whisper in the air,
as a slight breeze
plays with my hair,
birds that chirp and cheep
tiny frogs learning to leap.
It is the simple things,
said in few words........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow a really beautiful poem simple but so sweet A++++ and 10++ anjali