Happy things

Elders in quiet conversation,
children chasing laughter across the yard,
teenagers whispering secrets that fade into smiles.

A soft breeze carries the scent of evening,
as I dip my biscuit into warm tea,
watching the world slow down.

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Above, the sky stretches endlessly blue,
birds stitching songs between the trees,
while echoes of laughter linger in the air.

In these small, passing moments,
I find a quiet kind of happiness
the kind that asks for nothing more.