Little Things

Little Things

I like a crisp apple,

The way the sunlight hits my bed sheet
in the morning in a perfect square.

I like the movement of the wind in the leaves,

The way the circumference of a circle 
is always equal to pi times the diameter,
no matter what numbers you put in.

I like the first sip of coffee in the morning,

The vision of birds flying in the sky,
towards the big egg-yolk sun
like a pointed triangular arrow.

I like to walk in the rain, 

The twinkling gazes of a baby
that resembles a thousand stars of happiness,
enough to cure the pain within. 

I like the smell of jasmines,

The way the ocean’s waves
meet each other like two separated souls,
and become one. 

I like the music of the ektara,

A peaceful good night's sleep after a long day.