SOFT THINGS

How many soft things
are there left to enjoy?

A kiss,
a caress
between a girl and boy.

The coo of a baby
while its mother smiles down.

The sweet smell of rain
as it covers the ground.

The warmth of the sun
as I look up to the sky.

The beauty of nature
that money can't buy.

Its all so free
and won't fade with time.

My life is a joy
when softness is mine.