I got up early one day
To watch the sun rise
The sky was pink
I’d expected it to be gold
I was a little discouraged
But watched anyway
It was a lot of little things
They made the splendor
Nothing real big
Lots of little things
The birds beginning their song
The sky transforming
The clouds gathering
It wasn’t gold
It was pink
I’d always read it was gold
I’d never read about birds
I’d never read about clouds gathering
Just how the sky was gold
And it faded to blue
Well I didn’t see any gold
I saw pink
But I heard a lot more
I guess life isn’t something you find in books
Or poems or songs
Just little things
It’s the little thing that make the whole
The splendor