Beauty

beauty... a simple beauty in the tinkling of ankle bells treading across the fields of grain amid earthy fragrances of the first drops of rain a simple beauty in the bitter-sweet song of the nightingale calling out over the trees and across the plain teasing the morning air with its wondrous refrain a simple beauty in the shimmer of the morning dew clinging to the wings of the wildest crow awakening gently as the cool dawn winds blow a simple beauty in the smiles of the children as they play their pleasure so pure as their beaming faces show the radiance of bright sunshine melting into a dazzling rainbow a simple beauty in the joyful celebration of life breathing in the essence of being alive today alive! with yesterday a mere memory and tomorrow a lifetime away the simplest beauty is all around us, if only for a moment we absorb the innocent laughter of those children at play perhaps then we may feel again, and with feeling, embrace each new day