Remembrance of Nature

January 18, 2016

Look to the sunrise early one morning

and picture a magnificent paint brush,

dipping it's tip in hues of unimaginable colors,

creating patterns and textures

seemingly impossible to design,

sweeping across the sky's expanse.

We lose sight of innate beauty

when so immersed in compelling mediocrity.

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