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'm sure I've seen many, Too many to count. I've collected plenty. What a joy it is to find hidden joys so easy and simple and all it takes is a blink of an eye.