It’s the roads, houses, and gardens, It’s the sunlight above, water in the lake, fruits on the trees, It’s the sweetness of people cherishing their lives, That brings us life’s joys, no need to look elsewhere It’s the small gifts that still touch the heart, It’s the cups of tea, confectionery, ice cream bars, It’s the sweetness of people loving each other, It’s the way people gently treasure every tiny thing they give away, Tiny, yet they still touch the heart. I see some blue flowers blooming a