This poem was written around 1994. I used to spend a lot of time staring out the back upstairs window when I was stressed out from school or family drama. Taking note of nature was like therapy to me even though I was only seeing a backyard in the middle of the city.
Little Things
I sit in the darkness
And look outside
Watching the wind blow
Through the trees
Looking at the leaves
Swaying from side to side
Starting to notice the little things
When I think about them
Instead of other stuff
I feel less pain
Watch every sunset
Look at the earth getting wet
During a long spring rain
Feel no pain
And start to notice the little things.
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