In hiding
source: freenaturestock What hidden joy awaits me? What hidden joy awaits me? If only I can climb out And peek from under this despair, I might just find a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. What hidden joy awaits me? In each moment of the day, the nook of opportunity, presence in this very moment—what sincerity could I bring? What hidden joy awaits me? As I walk to the shops in the rain, wondering in awe at the sound of rain as it trickles down my sleeve. What hidden joy awaits me? In the conversation I have with someone I didn't expect to meet, two smiles bringing joy into a shared moment. What hidden joy awaits me? In the mundane day that passes me by, The same routine, the same old time. What could I do differently to see the day for its value? How can I slow down and see not the to-do list, but the joy of the breeze in the wind? The beauty of life, the insects on the ground, and the looming, lofty trees. What hidden joy awaits me? I...
