The Tiny Ones

There is something about being alive

I know that it isn’t the best thing in the world at times

But when the good times come, damn it’s good

I ask not for the grandest wonderful times

More often it’s the small ones that matter

Sunsets, yes, they are lovely, my favorite thing in the world

Feeling the soft sunlight against

Sometimes the radiating light is a bit blinding

And I like that

Watching the leaves fall down from the branches when the wind blows

Being able to bask in the gigantic view of the mountains

And I like that

Because then I realize

How nothing I am

How small I am in this world

It is only the small ones whose beauty is insufficient

Who are capable of noticing the wonder around them

How wonderful it is to be a small human.

(Source: aerbor)