Little Things
They're usually deemed as trivial, a word, a hug or smile,
Like sunshine on cool water, words of kindness warm the heart,
Replacing frowns with laughter, lifting spirits that were low,
Only words - and yet their power's like an ever-surging sea.
Unlike the scentless sunflower with its gaudy crown of gold,
It's like a prized possession, to be treasured in a vault.
Like a brave and valiant warrior that guards my soul from harm,
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