Little Things
- a Poem
- by Crystal David John
The mist clears,
And I do see,
The warm bright day
That dawns on me.
The bud opens,
To a pretty flower,
Imparting fragrance
Hour by hour.
All through the day
The little bird sings,
Her sweet music
What joy it brings!
The silent moon
Peeps at night,
And I do see
Its silvery light.
The sky is spotted
With little stars bright,
Twinkling constantly
The darkness they fight.
As the night wanes out,
The dawn’s on its way
With a gentle breeze
Welcoming a new day.
Crystal David John
from Chennai, in Tamil Nadu, India, is a feminist economist who loves nature. She has a Ph.D. in Economics. A writer and an artist, Crystal is an advocate of gender equality and has inspired hundreds of students every year. Her writings are stimulating and satirical, and focus on women, the environment and the marginalised.
8 thoughts on “Little Things”
Great work
thanks rita
A beautiful poem with simple words but profound meaning!
describes the dawn to dusk in a serene way
Thanks a ton ujji
Little Things – that bring great joy! Beautiful poem đŸ™‚
thanks a lot anju
Beautiful things of nature that bring us joy, well presented.
thanks shirley