The Beauty of Her Soul

The Beauty of her soul The beauty of her soul rising is sketched deep in to my eyes. The first of her warm rays skipping like a rock across the water just to shine on my face. The silhouette of waves crashing into her as if she was emerging from the depths of the ocean. Her colors change with the seasons but her glory never fades and never gets old. The sunrise teaches me to live for every moment and beauty is in the reflection of the soul.