An Answer of Why

“Why do the small things matter to you?”

I’ve never been asked this question, 

but I’ve thought about it numerous times. 

Why do they? 

Well, because I love the way the moon-

Gives the stars their own time to shine,

on a new moon night when there’s no light. 

It’s something small that occurs every month. 

Yet, it matters to me all the same like the way-

listening to music with my family matters. 

In the car, connected through a song

Though, it’s only a few minutes long,

unlike winter, which I love so dearly. 

Its icy hugs engulf me as the snow falls,

Painting a picture I hold dear to me. 

Though it’s not the only one, 

I hold pictures of the places I’d like to go dear to me-

The way I hold my love for dogs. 

If I could, I’d take in every stray, 

Casting their pain away. 

But why? 

Why do these ‘small’ things matter to me? 

Well, because they just do.