Why do we all hurry by,
as time on wings does fly?
All beauty is in simple things,
Not silver, gold, jeweled rings.

What is a simple, beautiful thing?
The small, black sparrow on the wing.
Against the pale wintry skies
With grace and ease he flies.

Softly falling rain, new-mown hay,
a glowing sun greets the day.
Walks under a fluorescent moon,
Silken spider webs, spun in June.

Crystal beauty of snowflakes blowing-
Lonely tones of cattle lowing.
Crashing sounds, fierce Ocean waves,
Cool darkness of underground caves.

So many simple things I can name-
That in our lifetime, remain the same.
God in his Wisdom created all these--
How could he do so with such ease?

Johnathon, the Seagull knew,
As to the Heavens he flew,
if Man would only stop and wait-
for the simple things to appreciate.

Patricia Hall
IL, USA