It would be simple.
No string of pearls or fancy jewelry.
Just a few beads of water from this morning’s drizzle.
No yoga on a beach or a surfer’s paradise.
Just a ride on the wave of a soft gentle breeze.
No new age philosophy or a new uncovered diet.
Just a skin washed with rain and a glow from within.
If a plant could take a selfie.
Surprise on a drizzly Easter morning.