Beauty

Far too little is beauty ever celebrated now.

I am not talking about the fake, tortured sort of forced beauty society promotes in super models and lusty tv ads. No, I mean serene, truthful, natural beauty.

Waterfalls and fluffy clouds. A lady walking bare feet on soft grass, the wind playing with her ribbons and white dress. Birds laughing and butterfly's flying.

I miss seeing these things. In this urban, regulated environment, sometimes I feel so trapped.

One of these days, I'll go find some sunshine and a rushing breeze that brings color to my cheeks and leaves me breathless. I'll find quiet songs whispered in the trees and poems in the sky.

Then my soul would be free to grow, once more, innocent in its serenity.