The Little Things

A broken heart, a tennis swing.
A kookaburra's laugh, a mothers cry.
A footy siren, a weathered verandah.
The noises of life, the visions of life.
All are so much different, yet all are one and the same.
For they all tell a story, a story of hope, and of despair.
That starts at birth, and concludes at death.
And everything else, that falls in between.
For life isn't all about the big things; the money, the power.
But about the little things, that define who we are.