Joyous wonders never end
When the simple beauty of the day begins
Twisted into a tiny bloom
Looking as if there isn't enough room
The pedals emerge gently and free
To one day a rose to be
Open and smelling ever so sweet
It's beauty is a joy to meet
It's simple but true
The small things make you happy, yes they do!
Psalm 32:11
Be glad in the Lord,
and rejoice, ye righteous:
and shout for joy,
all ye that are upright in heart.
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