I love the way the wind moves through leaves
The way sunrise dances across the seas
Birdsong breaking the dawn of day
Rain tapping rhythms on my window pane

I love the big ripples little pebbles make
Snowflakes falling softly on my face
The sky’s vibrant colors before day nods goodbye
Thunder rolling low across a darkened sky

I love the way small things bring joy
A baby’s shy giggle at my peek-a-boo ploy
My niece cajoling: “Aunty, let’s dance!”
The DJ finding my song, by chance

I love the softer side of nature
Low tide breathing slow beside her
Cuddly koala bears and star-filled nights
Cloud formations dripping in white

I love the small things
The quiet joy they bring
Things that have no price
Small things that pay back, twice

I love
The joy
Small things
Bring

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Afterword: The muse for this poem was a beautiful baby girl peeking over her mother’s shoulder, looking squarely at me, tears still staining her cheeks. We were making our way through the gangway onto the plane when I started playing peek-a-boo, hiding my eyes behind my boarding pass, then peeping out silently mouthing, “peek-a-boo.”

At first, she stayed guarded. Then slowly she softened—a tiny smile, then a giggle, as she tucked her face into the crook of her mother’s neck. That was the moment her mother realized the sudden change in her baby’s mood was the doing of a stranger’s quiet shenanigans.

That small exchange brought me pure joy. It reminded me how often happiness arrives in the simplest moments—unexpected, unpriced, and easy to miss if we are not paying attention.

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