I find my joy in simple things: 
An apple, old letters, a bird that sings; 

A misty sunrise at crack-of-dawn, 
your shadow dancing across my lawn.

A baby's smile, an aged face, 
a fleecy cloud in far-off space; 

A gurgling brook, a mountain high, 
a peek-a-boo sun, a clear blue sky.

A pasture green with daisies white,
a yoghurt moon on a star-sprinkled night.

A harmonica serenade by the old windmill,
dancing geraniums on my windowsill.

Tip-toeing raindrops waltzing on tin-roofs awhile
like the persistent cheerfulness on a beggar child;

Perfect-hair days and cakes that don't burn,
autum leaves dotting cobbled streets at every turn.

Air-borne handkerchiefs trimmed with lace,
beneath cherry blossoms my dreaming place.

A prayer, a poem, a quietness,
old friends, a trust - my happiness...

A heartful of love can be found
with simple faith that is profound.