A warm smile, that comes from the heart
Childish glee, at climbing a tree
A mothers’ sigh, as her babe gently sleeps
A lover’s tender, winsome kiss
Dancing in the rain, splashing in puddles
The ocean at night, waves a riddle
A warm spring day, after winter gray
The first stream of light, o what delight!
Climbing a mountain
On a path less traveled
Losing the way
To find the inner way
Staying sane
In a world going insane
Letting your mad streak
Not get ruined by routine
Letting your light
Get stronger everyday
The universe manifests in simple things
That yield pleasures, most profound
© 13 June 2008, Anita Atina
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-simplest-pleasures-are-often-most-profound/
