The Delicious Days

It doesn’t have to the

 crying of the sqawberling pheasants 

or the laughter of the children eating American sweets

or the delicious woooooooooof of the burger n chips 

from the cafe-a down the hill.

It could be

The smell of the astonishing daisy chain shimmering 

in the sun

or the ravishing rainbow hanging in the sky

or the bad weather that shakes the pink blossoms off the trees

Be as curious as a cloud 

wondering anywhere freely

Notice there is always going to be light at the end of the road

on a bad day 

Even the smallest thing can become a cherishable memory.