It's the little things

I sit watching the dancing flames
rejoice. 
They have finally come to life.
I could be watching the screen,
watching the characters,
admiring everything around me,
but I watch the tiny fire
and think,
"It's the little things."

An evening in the grass,
thousands of stars above,
performing for us,
shimmering for us,
but my eyes are stuck on a cricket,
a cricket who is singing the
most amazing melody.
And I think to myself,
"It's the little things."

I walk slowly through the town,
waving to friends,
smiling at trees,
waiting for amusement.
A large plot of land 
holds a carnival as I linger by,
and I am tempted to join the fun,
but a butterfly with the prettiest of wings
bounces by, 
learning to fly high,
and I can't help but think,
"It's the little things."