A simple request

The red-feathered kite gliding in the wind
Or the soft shining sand of mousehole beach
Or the delicious flaky Cornish pasty calling out to you.

It could be an abandoned spiders web catching dew drops on a winter’s morning
Or waking up as the sun shines through the heavy fog
Or a black crow singing its song of sorrow.

Just notice
the rainbows after the rain
the tiny wishes among the stars made by broken hearts
as mother nature continues to gift.