The Magenta of Love

I stop to look more closely at the scene. So balanced and naturally created just so. All-day long I am mesmerized by the view. Paintings by masters, with their deft strokes. There is no insignificance concerning rainbows. But ask anyone just who can own the sunrise? Only those who wake and only for a minute. And the colors are solemn and sensational. Without words, it tells the story of the creation. How beauty was discovered and it was valuable. How it could be comfortable or even terrifying. But even better and more important is kindness. One must become courageous and competent. To expound kindness rather than being mean. Do unto others before they do unto you they say. Or get revenge by doing unto as many as you can. A prison as such needs no bars for there is no escape. But there is something that is known as an oath. It is a promise to others and to oneself to act right. Not once in a while but to act right every single time. Then one would look at the world and say, "beautiful!". And the world would look back with a shy little smile. 3/16/21