Moments That Matter

A breeze that bends the blades of grass,
A shadow slow as hours pass,
The kettle sings, the floorboards creak—
It’s in these things we often seek.

No need for grand or shining prize,
Just open hands and watching skies,
A nod, a chore, a quiet meal,
The kind of joy that time can’t steal.

So look not far, but close instead—
The life you love is just ahead.

Best Regards: BEVOHO

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