Eight Decades of Touching All the Bases

SOFT THINGS How many soft thingsare there left to enjoy?A kiss,a caressbetween a girl and boy. The coo of a babywhile its mother smiles down. The sweet smell of rainas it covers the ground. The warmth of the sunas I look up to the sky. The beauty of nature that money cant buy. Its all so freeand wont fade with time. My life is a joy when softness is mine.