The shimmering stars,
Suspended in the velvety night
The curves of the glowing moon,
And the mystical moonbeams that fall upon the Earth.
The clouds that make the deep blue sky rich, and
Water, the pure colorless beauty
Flowing over pebble, ebbing at low tide, sliding down rooftops,
Shattering into mist.
Butterflies, those winged beauties
Of finely spun colored glass,
That flit with a dancer’s grace, bobbing, twirling-
Birdsong, lifting, swooping, undulating
As the birds themselves, through the air.
Flowers, with their delicate grace
Sway in the wind, as do the green blades
Of the meadow.
Time blossoms, mountains wear
But things of beauty
The things of nature are worth more than a million fortunes. 😉
I’ll see you on Monday!