Little Things

I love the smell of new mown grass,

It’s fresh and clean and sweet.
Until it washes over me,
The spring is not complete.
 
How odd it is, that little things
Stir so much joy in me;
The humming of the first few bees,
The new buds on a tree;
 
The singing of returning birds,
That dance in joyous flight;
The brightest colors of the year
Bursting through earth to light.
 
Yes, it amazes me so much
How dear small things can be,
Like the smell of freshly mown grass
And how much You love me.