There Is Always Something To Be Grateful For
It's the little things that matter
Like taking time for a cup of tea
And having a little natter
Discovering a pansy flower
Self seeded and unchecked
Little smiling faces
Cheeky and per-fect
Their sunny disposition
Always giving joy
Faces turned toward the sun
Still just a little coy
Seeing but not speaking
Just brightening up our day
Giving us their essence
In a most delightful way
It's the little things that matter
So simple yet alluring
Perfect or imperfect
Their beauty is enduring
And so I praise the pansy
For it gives me so much pleasure
Growing in my garden
it is a plant that I will treasure.
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