Appreciating Repeating Sights, Smells, and Sounds

I know what I’m given

Is precious in its temporary nature

An image I cherish in fading fragments, but

When I wake up in the morning

And the break of dawn meets me

For the thousandth time or so, I can’t help but

See it in a different light, and

When I walk in the nearby park

And the same bird greets me

For the hundredth time or so, I can’t help but

Hear it singing a different melody, and

When the flower in my garden grows, I can’t help but

Inhale its budding, one-of-a-kind fragrance, and

When the sky decides to turn baby, or navy blue (occasionally blushing, or tearing up)

For as long as the earth has been in existence, I can’t help but

See it in a slightly altered shade, and

I feel utterly amazed by this repeating pattern

No matter how many times I come across this thing

I keep finding something new, something unique in it to admire.