It is
Often the
Tiniest things
We overlook
While searching
For the
Grand things
It’s those
Silly and
Often most
Inconsequential things
That tickle
Us the
Most the
Giggle of
A child
The buzz
Of a
Bee or
The business
Of insects
At our
Feet it’s
These simple
Things that
Marvel me
And so
I stood
Teetering in
A rocky
Boat amid
Swelling seas
And cast
My net
Far and
Wide when
Suddenly a
Fish jumped
In and
Looked at
Me I
Didn’t wish
To be
Caught so
I surrendered
Because I
Wanted to
Be the
Only one
You remembered
And yet
There are
Somethings always
Hidden from
View except
To those
Willing to
Look we
Spend a
Great deal
Of time
Accepting at
First glance
When their
True beauty
Lies inches
From there
Take time
Dig deeper
Scratch surfaces
And behold
The wonderful
Treasures that
Are scarce
Except to
Those willing
To see
