Little Things Poem by Debora Johnson

A perfect yellow rose
moist with morning dew
Sleeping in her bed of thorns
As summer begins anew

The eagle taking flight
Soaring through the sky
Flying, swooping, diving
Wonderous to the eye

A child in the park
Innocent and bold
Running, laughing, playing
Stories still untold

Sharing with that some one
Freindship true and strong
Through happy times and hardships
To last your whole life long

Two souls entertwined
Parted they'll never be
In a world so torn apart
these are the beauties that I see