She realized that she was lucky
because she could actually see it
how the trees got more beautiful each year
how they danced
with such graceful pride
surviving each season's change...
and she knew thier beauty
lied not in the perfection
but the growth...
and she could see it
in the trees
in the people around her
and some days
even in herself...
and so she danced.
1 comment:
it is beautiful :) you are beautiful. How are you doing anyway??? How is my miss erika from america? I'm rooming with your old roomie, Karen Amalie. Yeps... love life, love God :)
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