A bird cries out from the rooftops
A leaf falls drifting to the ground
A man stumbles on a cobblestone
A woman's throat makes a quiet sound
A dog chases a grey squirrel
The squirrel flees up a trunk
A man reverses into a cul de sac
His boot is full of junk
A postman whistles to himself
An old lady is baking buns
A child decides to be a philosopher
After wondering at the number of Suns
A light beam glances of a window
A boy stumbles temporarily blind
God on his cloud is smiling,
Look at all the joy you can find.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
A bird cries out from the rooftops
A leaf falls drifting to the ground
A man stumbles on a cobblestone
A woman's throat makes a quiet sound
A dog chases a grey squirrel
The squirrel flees up a trunk
A man reverses into a cul de sac
His boot is full of junk
A postman whistles to himself
An old lady is baking buns
A child decides to be a philosopher
After wondering at the number of Suns
A light beam glances of a window
A boy stumbles temporarily blind
God on his cloud is smiling,
Look at all the joy you can find.
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