Too often the quotidian
will smother life's surprises,
until we even cease to seek
the treasures life disguises.

We lose the curiosity
that once spurred our exploring,
and spend instead our precious time
bemoaning life as boring.

The dandelion disappears
except as an annoyance,
where once we gathered up its blooms
so prized for their flamboyance.

The lawn becomes a weekly chore,
a morning lost to mowing,
where once we whiled away the hours
to find one clover growing.

But I have faith the awe we've felt
is there to be recovered,
if only we believe life's best
is yet to be discovered.