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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

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