Life is hard but tis a gift as well. The gift is more than life, it is the beauty of nature itself. The way nature doth appear it does take my breath away to breathe into the breeze. The way nature blooms gently into a bursting beauty. The gift can not be described but experienced instead. The gift was given before we saw light in our eyes. We merely watch the gift continue to unfold beautifully. As the night brings stars to light the sky, nature can still be shy. The silent skyline waves goodnight as sunset turns into night. Just my eyes opening to see nature's sight is the beautiful gift of life.
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Virginia Worthington
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The Silence
Quiet on all fronts and as for me a silent storm. The silence is not evil but beautiful and vibrant in colors. A beauty that is unspoiled and unspoken. The silence is not a season nor are there reasons. The quiet room is where I shall be, where my thoughts flow endlessly. From beginning the silence was there and now to here. Silence storms stronger than ever before in waves of rage. In waves of gentle caresses from mother nature herself. Hush there is more to realize than we thought before. Shush you know what is there and what is not. The silence stares in the dark on the front of the page silence storms and you write the rage.
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