It’s the smallest things that make a life,
A whispered word, a softened strife.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting smile,
Moments that linger, just for a while.

The morning light through windowpanes,
The rhythm of softly falling rain.
A child’s laughter, a warm embrace,
The quiet joy of a familiar face.

The scent of bread, the bloom of spring,
A songbird’s call, the joy they bring.
A cup of tea, a hand to hold,
The warmth that lingers when nights are cold.

It’s not the grand, the loud, the bold,
But tiny threads of silver and gold
That weave the tapestry of our days,
Binding hearts in intricate ways.

So cherish the little, the small, the slight,
The glow of stars on a quiet night.
For life is built on these gentle things—
A world of whispers, where meaning sings.

Created by
MarkWaldrop