beauty is a love of flowers, a love of bright blue and deep green. beauty is a calm feeling, a day when roses seem to grow everywhere.
beauty waits, it sings, it wraps it's arms around everything sweet and follows dancing birds and smiling squirrels.
beauty listens quietly like a silent bird, whose spirit is delicate enough to know who you are when you speak.
beauty cries, beauty sleeps, beauty is as old as life and all that is in it.
beauty is a friend to us, it knows the beauty that is in our hearts and on our faces.
beauty is sometimes frail, but always real enough to believe in itself.
beauty is what we all look for, what makes us kind and good. beauty is love, it is forgiveness, laughter and it is the soul when it remembers what it is like to be a child.
debbie schramer, 2015