Little Things

It’s the sun that slowly melts into the mountains 

And brilliant crimson colours that fill up the drab blue sky,

The aroma before you take the first sip of tea

Or watching an eagle fly;

 

The feeling of a wave engulfing your feet 

And watching a kid jump over the same wave,

Having a butterfly sit on your shoulder 

Or patting yourself for being brave;

 

Placid flowing of the river and stillness of a lake

Or the knees reminding your childhood scars, 

Getting a sudden laughter attack

Or lying in a hammock and gazing at the stars;

 

The satisfaction after finishing an entire cake

Whether grab it with your hand or cut it with a knife, 

Or just being lucky to see another day 

Because it’s the little things in life;

 

Now that we’re all confined to our homes 

An instinct to survive is what will matter,

When the world comes to a screeching halt 

It’s about having hope, for there will be sanity later