Maybe it's the way the sky bends in the winter
Or a lonely red flower in a green field, standing out like a thorn on a rose
Or nothing but a tall swaying willow tree standing alone on a hill
Or how the soft grass hugs your feet
Maybe it's how a snow flake falls and lands on your nose
Or how the tall mountains touch the sky yet hug the land
Or how the water ripples rotate away from a thrown rock
Or maybe how the leaves sway in a tree
Or how the sun reflects off of the clear water
Maybe it could be when the thin clouds cover the sun?
Maybe it's the way letters fall into a sentence like puzzle pieces that slowly make a full picture
Or maybe when the roots entangle the soil and the leaves reach for the sky
Maybe the when the rain hits your face and roles down your neck
Could it be a rainbow, how it is made from the perfect balance between the cold rain and the hot sun.
Or maybe the idea that true beauty is found in the little things
That true beauty, is found deep within.
In the soul of someone yearning for love or in the heart beating for life.
True Beauty.
By: Evyn Gallant & Noah Waite
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Beauty in Cursive
PoetryLetters form words, words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs write a story. Even the small things matter. Because without the small things in life that everyone forgets, what kind of story would we have? This book will be fi...
