A weft

I wasn't meaning to write this post, exactly as i haven't posted in a long time. But what had to happen, finds its way out - through a thought or a meaningful plot, what is left at the end is what i initially sought.

Laughter and smiles, the beautiful world divine.

The green grass and the deep blue skies,

Each lending its own to make a wonderful life.

With love abound, be you lost or found. It’s these small little pleasures that make the world go round.