Where_Little_Things_Become_Beautiful

Morning comes so softly Through the curtains, through the trees. A little light upon the table, A little warmth upon the breeze She ties her apron slowly As the kettle starts to sing Fresh bread rising in the oven Sweetness in the morning air She gathers flowers from the garden Blue and purple white and gold Places them inside a little jar Like treasures to behold. Where little things become beautiful, Where simple days become a song. A cup of tea, a flower, and a book Can make a quiet heart feel strong. We don't need a world of wonders, We don't need a grand parade. Sometimes all the love we need Is found in little things we make. She spreads the table by the window Sets the honey by the bread Leaves a chair beside the sunlight For the friend she hopes will come Outside the garden keeps on growing, Birds are singing in the trees. And somewhere down the old dirt road, A bicycle rolls gently by. Where little things become beautiful, Where simple days become a song. A warm hello, familiar face Can make the whole day feel like home. We don't need a world of wonders, We don't need a grand parade. Sometimes all the love we need Is found in little things we make. ********** In the afternoon she paints a flower On a little wooden tree While the sunlight moves across the floor And slowly fades away. She waters every growing green thing, Touches leaves with gentle hands As if every little living thing Deserves a place to stand. Years may wander like the seasons, Rain may fall and rivers change, But the hands that care for little things Leave beauty in their wake. A loaf of bread, a handwritten note, A flower beside the door, The smallest gifts we give with love Are often worth much more. Little things become beautiful Where ordinary hearts can shine. A quiet song on the garden path, A hand in yours at evening time. We don't need a world of wonders, We don't need the stars above. Life becomes a little sweeter When we fill the day with love. Where little things become beautiful, Where simple days become a song. The smallest moments stay with us And gently carry us along. So let the morning take its time, Let every little kindness grow. For life is made of moments like these, More precious than we know. The kettle hums, the flowers sway, Soft golden night begins to fade. And in this little corner of the world, A beautiful light is quietly made. https://youtu.be/brpVhVzSzf4?si=589tBHZU-gQma4b9