Little Things That Matter

Nature in all its loveliness A beauty o behold Nature with all its pleasure and grace Enjoyed by just a few The blind with their sightless eyes Never to see the rising of the sun Nor the awe of its setting But to the ones who do see The beauty of it is ever lost on them For the deaf in their own quietude The bearing of the ocean waves Is a dream never come true But for those who can hear Itd nothing but the sound of rushing waters. For the mentally derailed In their own solitude The pleasure of life They'd really want to share For the mentally fit and mentally able Life is nothing but a weary experience They'd sooner leaver For the dead in their quite grave Their eternity is spent Making wishes Wishes never to come true Their wrongs never again to be put right Remains their constant agony All of lifes irony An adage comes to mind The importance of what one has Is never really known But it all comes to mind When all opportunity is lost Nature is therefore to be enjoyed to the fullest When one is able For there always come a time When inability sets in And one tends to remember Things best forgotten And one tends to reach out To grasp lifes cold reality Then and only then Will little things that matter All come to mind.