Each little crystal,
So alike, none the same
So tiny, unimportant
When completely independant.
If one is alone
Not not a soul will notice
But if thousands fall together
They paint a glorious scene.
So like people in this way
If only one speaks few will hear
But if many agree
Action is taken.
These soft flakes of ice,
Delicate crystals,
Fall ever so silently
To the waiting earth below
All of the same substance
Not one exactly as another
Made with random perfection
In this miracle world.
This is a small miracle,
Little things that are natural
That happen so often
People no longer notice.
Tiny little things,
Snow fall, rainstorms,
Things bringing beauty
So often over-looked.
Waking peacefully warm,
Hearing birds chirp in a garden,
Smelling flowers before you see them,
The taste of fresh fruit picked straight from the tree.
The falling of night,
Sweet ghosting over of morning,
The smell after a rainstorm
And so many other small things.
These are our daily miracle.
The ones we see but don't notice.
The little things to watch for,
Truly magical things marked subtly "Don't Take For Granted."
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