Showing posts with label beautiful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful. Show all posts

Thursday, June 15, 2017

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL


life is beautiful

Life is beautiful.
Look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at a glance.
But no one bothers to notice.
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

LIGHT UP THE WORLD


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Wiggle.
Shake.
Whirl.
Life is good.
Life is beautiful.
In so many ways.
With so many colors.
Purple.
Blue.
Fuchsia.
Do a little dance.
Shake your rainbow.
Light up the world.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

life is beautiful


Life is beautiful.
So beautiful.
Take a long breath.
And look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at one glance.
Too many details for our minds
to comprehend.
How could there be so much
living detail around us
that no one bothers to notice?
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
And in us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A CONUNDRUM



The chicken or the egg.
Which came first?
What a conundrum.
Who knows?
Or who even cares?
Each one leads to a miracle.
A miracle of nature.
Where did nature come from?
Who knows?
Or who even cares?
It exists.
It’s beautiful.
And we should enjoy it.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

TWO-FACED WONDER



Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

BEFORE


The skyline was beautiful before.
Hope was present before.
Brotherhood was keenly felt before.
Life was pure and simple.
Death wasn’t an everyday concern.
Before.

Friday, August 15, 2014

NATURE'S MAJESTY

brutalgeneration:
Öxarárfoss Waterfall at Þingvellir by winter - Iceland (by Sigmundur Andresson)
Beauty.
Majesty.
Awe-inspiring.
There are no words
to describe this.
Nature’s work cannot
be compared or copied.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

THE CORKSCREW

flowersgardenlove:
Corkscrew Vine Beaut Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Such a pretty flower,
with twirls like a corkscrew.
What came first?
The flower or the corkscrew?
My money is on the flower.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

THE BRIAR ROSE


slobbering:
Tristan Elwell ~ “Briar Rose
Evil can live among beauty.
Thorns can prick you and draw blood,
while its roses smell sweet and look beautiful.
Isn’t this true about all of nature?
You must take the good with the bad.

Friday, July 11, 2014

BLUE SKIES ABOVE



The sky is beautiful.
It can sparkle and shine
and cover us with sunshine.
It can fill with clouds and
spurt rain at us.
Whatever it decides to do
it is still beautiful and a miracle.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

DANCE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER

flowersgardenlove:
Passion Flower Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Beautiful flower.
So simple and elegant.
Resembling a ballerina
twirling on a stage.
What more is needed?

Sunday, May 4, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 131



Linda was uncomfortable at Diane's party. She found the people and the party to be too perfect. Everyone was beautiful. The glass house sparkled like crystal. Just too perfect.

     Count Vladimir walked over to her. “We would also like to welcome you to visit our country. Russia is beautiful, but it is also tough on its inhabitants. Everything in Russia is held very dear, since at any moment in time, everything that we own and even the people we love could be easily taken away. The Russian way of life teaches you to appreciate life and family. You will never forget your trip to Russia.”
     The count seemed very impassioned about his speech and his country. Linda didn’t know if she was so eager to visit such a tough country. “Yes, we need to discuss this further at some other time—maybe the next time we meet.”
     She hoped that he would forget her and his hastily given invitation. They’d only just met, and who knew what kind of people the Stravinskys really were?
     Todd must have noticed her uneasiness, because he rushed over to rescue her. Bowing to her, he asked, “May I have the next dance? I’ve always wanted to dance the waltz with you, my love.”
     She placed her hand on his extended arm and followed him to the dance floor. She didn’t know what game he was now playing. He had introduced her to his friends—who had strangely never met any of his other women. He was a young and healthy male; so of course, he must have had many women over the years. But what kind of women were they that they couldn’t be introduced socially? Then he’d treated her like a sister in front of them, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. What was that about? And what did they think about her? Were they wondering if she was his girlfriend or just his buddy?
     And the serious Russian couple, they looked big and
strong. The countess wore animal furs—with the animal faces and tails still attached to their skins. When she’d spoken to Leona, she’d felt like the dead animals’ beady eyes, their bodies wrapped as scarves around the countess’ neck, were staring back at her. All she had been able to think about was how the animals had been ruthlessly chased, caught, brutally killed, and then uncaringly stuffed for a large pompous Russian woman. She had no desire to visit Russia or Romania: these countries had no respect for wildlife. She was happy enough in America.
     During her wandering thoughts, Todd had somehow led her onto the dance floor and in the correct position for the waltz. She looked up and was surprised to find Todd across from her, ready to begin the dance. She didn’t even remember walking there.
     The orchestra began to play. The dancing partners bowed to each other. The waltz began.
     Oh no! She panicked. She didn’t know how to dance the waltz. She realized that every person in the room was dancing, but somehow there was more than enough room for everyone. The dance floor seemed to have expanded to accommodate everyone. Then she looked down and realized that she was also dancing. She had never danced the waltz, but somehow she knew all the correct steps and positions.
     Todd twirled her around and around the room. She felt as light as air, flying high above the other dancers. Her feet didn’t even hit the ground. Looking down, she saw that her feet were not touching the floor…maybe she’d had a little too much to drink.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

A NEW LIFE


simply-beautiful-world:

Nothing is more beautiful than a new life.
A life to replace an old one.
A life to continue on with the species.
A new life full of wonder and awe of the world.
Welcome!
simply-beautiful-world:
Nothing is more beautiful than a new life.
A life to replace an old one.
A life to continue on with the species.
A new life full of wonder and awe of the world.
Welcome!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

THE UGLY DUCKLING

THE UGLY DUCKLING

blackoutraven:

Would you believe that I began life as an ugly duckling?
We all have the potential inside ourselves to be the most
beautiful that we can be.
blackoutraven:

Would you believe that I began life as an ugly duckling?
We all have the potential inside ourselves to be the most
beautiful that we can be.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

CREATE LIGHT


simply-beautiful-world:

❥‿↗⁀simply-beautiful-world

THE MIRACLE OF NATURE
THE TINY FIREFLY CREATES LIGHT
WITHOUT DESTROYING ANYTHING
OR BRINGING HARM TO ANYONE.
WHY CAN’T WE DO THAT?
simply-beautiful-world:

THE MIRACLE OF NATURE
THE TINY FIREFLY CREATES LIGHT
WITHOUT DESTROYING ANYTHING
OR BRINGING HARM TO ANYONE.
WHY CAN’T WE DO THAT?

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

CLEAN BEAUTY OF WINTER!

tassiomaciel:
Winter can look pretty.
When the snow is white and clean.
Before footsteps fall.
Before cars trudge by.
Winter can definitely look beautiful.
tassiomaciel:

Winter can look pretty.

When the snow is white and clean.

Before footsteps fall.

Before cars trudge by.

Winter can definitely look beautiful.