When. I. Care. To. Notice.

When I care to see.

The sunrise waking earlier than the clouds.

When I care to hear.

The birds chirping summer rhymes to the crickets.

When I care to taste.

The extra bit of honey from my honey in my tea.

When I care to smell.

The freshly baked bread for our Saturday smorgasbord.

Then it feels easy to feel.

Happy. And thankful. To be alive.

For whilst my time is not yet my time.

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