The Simplest Pleasures

The simplest pleasures
the first day of spring
the wind in the grass
the birds softly sing

the simplest pleasures
the look of her face
the slow detour street
from life's busy race

the simplest pleasures
the look in her eyes
kissing on the beach
watching the sun rise

the simplest pleasures
the touch of her hair
the hug from that someone
when no one is there

sitting in the shade
watching the sky
knowing the simplest pleasures
are for after we die

this is my new happiest poem. please comment. i have never written a poem knowing what I'm gonna write about i just put my pencil on the paper and write what ever comes out. this poem took a very sudden turn at the end i was hoping a love poem came out of that pencil but no. anyway i really love ur comments and criticism. THANK U.