Love the Ordinary

Anyone can love a flower, its petals bright and fair,

But who will cherish the leaf, quiet and bare?

It whispers beneath the boughs unseen,

Holds the roots in a world serene,

Softly evergreen,

Humble and keen,

It’s there.

It's easy to love the sunrise, golden and wide,

But who will embrace the dusk, as day subsides?

It slips where shadows fall and blend,

Wraps the earth as night descends,

A calm to mend,

Where light bends,

And hides.

We marvel at the mountain, bold against the sky,

But who will praise the stones, that steady and lie?

They shape the path where footsteps roam,

Endure the storm, the unknown,

Grounds to atone,

Silent alone,

They try.

The ocean’s roar draws every longing ear,

Yet few will follow the streams, humble and clear.

They carve their way through forest deep,

In quiet channels where rivers sleep,

Their secrets keep,

Waters creep,

And steer.

Many seek the eagle’s flight, soaring far and high,

But who will watch the sparrow, crossing the sky?

It flits through branches, lost in shade,

Chasing beams that softly fade,

In skies portrayed,

Small and swayed,

It flies.

We revere the oak, its branches strong and wide,

But who will honor the grass, spread low and tied?

It cradles life where earth and sky,

Meet with whispers and winds that sigh,

Soft steps go by,

Beneath the eye,

It lies.

The fire's blaze commands the night, burning fierce and bright,

But who will guard the embers, dimly alight?

They warm the dark with a subtle glow,

Breathe softly where the flames won’t show,

In shadows slow,

Their quiet grows,

Held tight.

Anyone can love the grand, what’s proud and bright,

But there’s beauty in the gentle, in soft twilight.

To find grace where leaves unfold,

Feel warmth in stories quietly told,

A touch of gold,

In hearts consoled,

And light.