Мге - http://www.stihi.ru/2005/04/26-275
Must one have eyes of seer,
to see the simple things?
What is it that we fear,
and quickly fold our wings?
How can the blind see clear,
and those with eyes, be blind?
How come the deaf can hear,
or do they read our minds?
When have the simple things,
stopped bringing joy to hearts?
Like when the bird that sings,
to morning, as it starts..
Like when a child's hand,
fits right into your palm..
Or when the warmest sand,
embraces ocean's calm..
A leaf that just turned green,
And rain that kissed a face,
A sky that's unforeseen,
in its majestic grace..
A simple smile that greets,
with warmth and loving care..
A gentle soul that meets,
another in despair..
A snowflake or a dew,
A buzzing of the bee,
The sunshine all day through,
A bird that's flying free..
When have we stopped to look,
at simple things in Life?
Re-read a favorite book,
or took a nature's drive?
Simplicity of things,
we often overlook..
And rush right through the years,
without a closer look..