The Joy in the Simplest of things


Standing in the winter sun

I'm watching a little, brown dog run

Through the grass damp with dew

Times like these are way too few

The air is cold upon my face

As I watch the dog pick up her pace

Her spirit soars and calls the sun

Come out and play, lets have some fun

The leaves are falling all around

Some lying limp upon the ground

And though the trees are standing bare

There is so much joy, right here, to share.

The End

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