The joy of little things

Wasn't the mountains, but pebbles I desired.
Those which hands could grab, without ever feeling tired.
Wasn't the ocean, but few drops I desired.
Those which palm could hold, feeling little admired.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Wasn't the winds, but few breaths I desired.
Those which soul could feed on, feeling alive, not retired.
Wasn't the tides, but few waves I desired.
Those which feet could stand, without need of being wired.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Wasn't the words, but feelings I desired.
Those heart could get warmth of, without feeling mired.
Enough to light the night for me.
Is little love, affection and tranquility.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Soul speaks to soul with silence.
Wordless, the language of magnificence.
Hands in hand are just an expression.
The flow of love is an invisible impression.
Thanks God, for it's with little things.
Thou captured joy and it's wings.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Raincoat

Waking up to a rainy day, was a delight of its own.

Morning greetings of joyful clouds and that charming tone.

The scene from my hazy window was some dream.
Greeting and calling was sky's thunder and scream.

The deep green trees were happy and gay.
The pouring streams too were bright as jay.

I searched my closet deep down it's throat.
And there it lay my lovely Raincoat.

It's wasn't just a Raincoat, but a cherishing gown.
Symbolic of natures play and sky's cloudy crown.

I grabbed my boots and wandered deep down the road.
With waters rhythmically beating down my abode.

I looked behind to see the hazy past.
The rain had draped it all so fast.

The lights far away looked washed out.
Trying to play with me through my doubt.

The future on the road too had a similar haze.
But where I stood was truly a beautiful maze.

It taught me to enjoy the gift of the present.
Those varied emotions and aroma's ascent.

Every moment was truly a hope afloat.
Me, the rain, and that beautiful Raincoat.