Monday, June 5, 2017
Giving us Awe
Did you see it? Those days
in early summer where you
could see perfection? Every
green, every leaf reaching,
attaining a seasons' completion.
But we should stop, instead of
voicing our regrets always, as
the brown begins at their edges
and say thank you.
Not for perfect beauty
but for what beauty does;
softening us back into
human and giving us awe.
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