Oldest Daughter wrote this poem and posted it on her blog. Most of my readers have probably already seen it, but I liked it so much that I thought I’d pass it on here…

Little Things

The raindrop falls from a cloud.
The cloud is higher than a skyscraper.
Even then the raindrop is not scared.
So do not be scared of little things
For they do not compare to falling off a skyscraper.