Beautiful is the northern landscape, trees aflame with the color of dying leaves. Those same trees will soon reach to the winter sun, their bare arms twisted and strong, ready to take on a sheath of ice and snow. Beautiful is the first pale green leaf bud poking through, soon to be joined in a wild explosion of new growth, the promise of Spring. Beautiful is a city park, dedicated and promised to be always present for the city dwellers who come for a time of rest, a spot of lunch, and people watching under the shade of a million trees.
Beautiful is the face of a loved one, worn and wrinkled by all the living done and to be done. Beautiful is the quiet conversation with one of another generation, filled with memories and wisdom of the past, a life well-lived. Beautiful is the basketball belly of an expectant mom, carrying life’s greatest miracle; the promise of new and baby fresh smells, too soon becoming the awkward toddling steps, day by day and year by year growing into an adult with strengthening arms reaching upward and outward toward love.
Beautiful is our own time, changing with the seasons, each one of us a speck in the grand creation. Beautiful is as we see it.
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