These Things
By Budgie Brown
A newborn baby’s first smile
As we welcome him in the world.
A little girl’s giggles
From somewhere in a playground
Where we too once played.
The strongest, sweetest scent of newly cut grass
Or lilac blossoms catching us
In a warm breeze in the garden.
Spring lambs leaping, bleating for joy,
For their gift of precious life.
A scruffy chicken’s clumsy
Maiden flight to the ground
Where his mother sings his praises.
Cheeky kittens sparring, wanting nothing
But playtime and their mother’s milk.
Van Gough sunsets awash with pink and gold.
Misty dawns that drag the sun
From behind blue giants of earth.
Trickling streams of clear, cool sparkles
That triumphantly tumbles in
Blue and white carries and falls,
Scrubbing rocks and river beds of every hue.
Family trees that show bonds with beauty beyond
Any wind whispering beech branches.
The gentlest kiss from man to woman
That says love like no words ever could.
These are the things we live for
These things are why we live.
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