Though things are a little different
And we’ve had to change our ways.
Hours pass a little slower,
A week seems to have more days.
There are some things I’ve noticed
That has remained still the same.
And even on my darkest day
Just like an old friend, they came.
I can hear the song birds singing,
I can see clouds drifting high.
I can smell the scent of wildflowers
On my walks when passing by.
The moon and stars still light the sky
After the sun has retired.
And I will pause to reflect on
All the “GOOD THINGS” I’ve admired.