The Little Things

There’s a sweetness in the world
Hand in hand, fingers curled
Fingers strummed along guitar strings
The melodies intertwined with rusty swings
Long days, and shorter nights
A gentle breeze that flies kites,

I can see the happiness in your eyes
No remnants of a disguise,

Pure of heart, sweet with soul
Diamonds that require no coal
Good things, extracted from bad
Days upon days when you’re never sad,

Sometimes it's hard to appreciate the little things
Like warm grass and summer flings
I can always count on you for a smile
It’s a charge that can keep me going for miles,

It’s nice to appreciate the little things
When you’re having trouble finding your wings.