They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think beauty is found when our hearts are open and paying attention. I find so many things in nature that don’t fit the typical definition of beauty. It is not perfection and not always loud and brilliant like a sunrise.
Sometimes beauty is a whisper, the way the sun shines on a single leaf as it dances alone on a winter tree. Other times, it’s a wish: fragile, weightless, resting mid-journey between a fleeting breath and the stars.
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