Days

 One turns into another,

  much the same, ordinary.

The extra ordinary is,

  is to be found, where?

In the sunrise as it 

  comes over the hill.

In the spider's web,

  delicate and intricate.

In the butterflies wing

  coming and going.

In the lake bubbling

  with fish feeding at night.

Slow, gentle, amazing

  as the sun breaks a window.