I don't know why I find these words so comforting
Especially when I'm in that deepest, darkest place
Perhaps it's because even though I feel this way
Some things just happen that I don't have to chase

Such as the birds singing in the early hour
Daffodils waving in the breeze, saying hello
The sun cupping and warming my face
Remembering all will pass in time, this I know

Or the smallest and kindest gesture from a stranger
The giving of a gift, even just a cautious smile
All of which draw me into the present moment
Where good things just happen without effort or trial.

- Victoria Walkden