Beauty Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Beauty can be the rising of the sun
The smile on a tired face
A song whose words
We don't yet understand
The rustle of leaves in the wind
The shimmer of light on water
Children playing in a field
A well made meal
A kindness when someone
Picks up an object that has been dropped
Another when someone helps us rise
When we have fallen
The times when people listen gently
To your your sorrows
And the times they share with you
Your Joys
And the quiet times
When no one speaks at all
Each of these things
And more
Are beautiful
And deserve our celebration
As often as we are able