Meditation 35

The tiny details

Those that are so often missed

Make life worth living

Take the small pine cone

Nestled under a tree stump

Resting on some moss

Then there is the bird

Watching from a distant branch

Singing a sweet song

Mind the millipede

Inching its way across the 

Busy forest floor

Lessons from my wife

Keep an eye out for those that

Are often forgot