Sit down on your haunches.
Contemplate the grass.
Pick up a single blade,
And let it through your fingers pass.

Feel the tiny ridges
That are so hard to detect.
And then upon this feeling
Take a moment to reflect.

These tiny details pass before you
In oh so many ways,
But you all fail to see them
As your lives pass in a haze.

Make a pause to look.
Stop and spend the time.
And you will finally realize
The meaning of “divine.”

Like these words – so simple,
Yet a message that is clear:
The little things that go unseen
Are the ones you should hold dear.