What kindnesses happen when we are not looking?
What special favors are done for us, without our knowing?
How many stars, shining in the dark and cloudless sky
Were put there, just for us, to admire their brightness glowing?
How many times has a gentle breeze brought comfort
On an overpoweringly hot and humid day?
How many times has the sound of birds singing
Helped us brush the blues away?
How many times have simple events caused
Their gentle magic to work wonders in our lives
And gone unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of our days
Even though they occurred right before our own eyes?
How long will we take for granted, the people and things
That add the color, and brightness, and joy to our days?
Disgruntled, tired, world-weary as we trudge through the hours
Not seeing, not acknowledging the error of our ways?
Forever focused on the mundane and meaningless bits
Of fodder and ilk that overpopulate our tumultuous being.
Unable to fathom, or contemplate the minutiae that we collect
That, like a splinter in an eye, prevents us from really seeing.
The beauty that is the world around us
The life-fulfilling, joyful and exciting, natural drama
That unfolds before our very eyes, if we would only look
And focus, for once, on something other than the trauma.
