It's in the innocent smile of a baby in your arms
That power which stirs the sky and brings down the very stars!
It's in the ears of young lovebirds
It's that song from the bottom of their hearts that makes them dance with the wind!
It takes by surprise some who despair
And continuously escapes those obsessed with its capture
There are some who think it can be procured with money
But even the wealthiest are far too poor,
So very rare, so precious is this much-coveted treasure
Which gives life to life
This joy of life many only dream about,
Completely unaware that it's actually hidden in the simplest and littlest things in this world
That power which stirs the sky and brings down the very stars!
It's in the ears of young lovebirds
It's that song from the bottom of their hearts that makes them dance with the wind!
It takes by surprise some who despair
And continuously escapes those obsessed with its capture
There are some who think it can be procured with money
But even the wealthiest are far too poor,
So very rare, so precious is this much-coveted treasure
Which gives life to life
This joy of life many only dream about,
Completely unaware that it's actually hidden in the simplest and littlest things in this world
This poem first appeared in GREY MORNINGS, BLACK NOONS AND WHITE NIGHTS
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