Handful of cherries

You can keep your gods, heroes and kings

Give me ordinary people

Doing ordinary things

Forget wars

Adventures

Daring deeds

I want baking bread

Washing up

Sewing seeds

Stitching buttons

Stubbing toes

In the dark

Late morning coffee

Spending a surprisingly long time playing in the park

Wise beings know

This where real magic lies

In a handful of wild cherries

And in wide winter skies