Beauty in fragmented skies.
Something special
in the way
the sunlight catches the eye.
The way it pierces through
turbulent clouds.
Never raising its voice
or making a sound.
Beauty in wilting flowers.
Even if their colours are hazy.
When the clouds open
and the heavens start raining,
Autumnal showers,
then once again
they will stand proud.
Though their life
may be fading.
Beauty in the ordinary,
the extraordinary,
the mundane
and the monumental.
The small and feeble,
huge behemoths
and all in between.
There is beauty in this world.
It’s sometimes hard to see
with eyes closed tight.
So, open them wide,
let them flood with light
and see all that is right.
Beauty in the open air.
The way a leaf floats
from the tree, sways as it dances
on the breeze.
It travels with ease.
Sun glinting
from its silken surface,
a memory or moment shared.
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