Scattered Joys:
Head out, my friend,
with a pretty basket for collecting,
where sunlight talks softly through the leaves and joy plays hide-and-seek like wildflowers,
under clouds drifting easy and light.
Collect those little sparks- tiny bits of loveliness,
like a butterfly flitting by, a kid’s happy face.
Come back with your finds to your peaceful spot;
set them out, one by one-
these pieces of happiness-
little signs that strength grows when we’re alone.
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