There’s a small city
I never really see,
right outside
in front of me.
It’s hidden in the glen
thickets deep,
where the clover
likes to creep.
The little city bustles
with a steady flow
of creatures so tiny
they’re hard to know.
So, at last, today,
I opened my eyes,
shook to my core
by the loveliest surprise.
A small city
I’d never really seen,
right outside,
all for me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Waltzing on the wind
Dotting doorways with delight
Treasures for children
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Twirly birds and twinkled toes
Every day I realize
More and more what I have
It isn’t my belongings, dusty on shelves
It isn’t the things I’ve accomplished
Or even the things I’ve mastered
But instead, It’s the people
And the experiences
The beauty of life itself
These are the things that matter
The things that are worth loving
The things I want to fight for
I hope I never lose sight
Of the true treasures of life
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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