Sometimes you'll look and see

The Stars and the sea

Or the moon above

Adjacent a warm sun

A nice texture

On a cool day

And a soft breeze

In the middle of May

A warm hand on your side

Gentle words in your ear

Cascading every sense

With kindness and sincerity

And all these perks of life

I sometimes see

But usually they are

Lost on me

Taken for granted

As the systematic given

Of breath,

Not appreciated for what

They're worth

Unwisely neglected

Until the clock strikes

Close...

Close enough to be

And be with me

I can only hope

To show half the admiration

Attention, and kindness

Due this beauty which

Blesses my life.