What beauty to see how the brown fades into the white and the orange has this magical glow.
What beauty to see how the purple stands alone in the mist of the whiteness and in this single flower it is picture perfect.
We have been granted with so many beautiful things in this world that for the most part we all over look.
We do not make time in a day to just stop and smell the roses, stop to see our blessing or just stop to reflect on our lives.
What beauty do we pass by each and everyday without even realize that it is there…
As we just walk on by missing out on the greatest gift of all God Beauty at work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem