Beauty Uplifts Me

Beauty uplifts me, keeps me going, lets me sing. She can be in the form of a chair, a car or a baby’s face. I love what I love, there is no explanation for what appeals to me. Something will hit me full on with a hammer’s force. I often have no idea why I love what I love, but it has soul appeal. My soul has a mind of her own, I am totally led by her. Luckily, she sees beauty in the sky, tree trunks, and a blade of grass. She is easily pleased, and so am I. We are both ready to twirl, whirl and dance.