these things ☆

I find the things that really matter

Are those i did not think would

Those houses, those trees, the birds

Would mean nothing without a smile

Somewhere sometime

The deep green river 

And the blueberrypickers 

And the mountain walk

With the break and the hams and the breads and the cheeses

And those green fields and herbs

And white tipped sharp mountains

And now the deep blue woods and the pine branch over the mountain roof

The windows warm and glowing

And the warmth of another

These are the things

The bloodhungry (locked up in money) forget

These are the things they dont see, or feel or apriciate

These are the things that (truly) really matter