I’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
