When the World Hugs You

So often in our lives it seems
The world hits, spits and trips you
For being too much or too little.
Nasty little grenades explode
In the most surprising places.
Making you slip, trip and stumble
Shoulders sagging,
Spinning on the familiar downward spiral.

But sometimes with no warning
The stars sing your name,
The sunlight melts your heart,
And you catch yourself 
Humming, skipping, smiling 
With no justification
Other than angels sitting on your shoulders
And mother earth singing to your soul.

When the world hugs you,
Take note and hug her back.