Petals that drop like silent tears
Upon the ruffled leaves,
The wind that stirs the silver chime
To dance beneath the eaves,
The sun that sparkles in the foam
That crests the laughing waves,
The grass that blows in summer winds
Around forgotten graves,
The fears we hold for those we love,
The prayers raised in their names,
The laughter of the cricket’s song
As they play evening games,
The egg new hatched, the unspun web,
The moisture in dry air,
The hopes we hide within our hearts
That we don’t dare to share.
All the secret little moments
That only God can see;
The miracles of every day
That pass so quietly.
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