I see beauty in the mountains reaching high above the bustle.

The tall peaks clothed in majestic forests take my breath away.

Yet I am filled with wonder at the seemingly unclothed mountains.

Their stark beauty shows every curve, sharp edge, crack, and cranny.

The deep reds and browns create an unmatched beauty.

I see beauty in the flowing rivers, rushing with power.

Settling into gentle pools throughout its journey.

The power of the ocean, the calm of a lake, the crystal clear waters glimmering in the sunlight.

The flow and movement are always changing, playful, peaceful, and sometimes fierce.

Stirring delight deep in our souls, and blossoming beauty in our hearts.

I see beauty in flowers that dance in meadows.

And in the majestic trees that sway around them.

There is beauty in each living thing, from tiny insects to adorable lizards, fluffy creatures, grumpy-looking alligators, and massive beasts.

There is a beauty that can't be denied in discovering the world around us.

Watching how even little critters fit in our world.

I see beauty in the dust that clouds around our boots.

Evidence of their journey and the adventures they have had.

The trench outside my window with neatly tied sticks, creating a fort, is beauty encompassing life.

Showing the imagination, creativity, and joy of my boys' world.

Large boulders with nooks and crannies are a beautiful promising adventure.

Not to mention an anticipated grand view.

The massive, twisting trees, slightly out of the norm, are beckoning to be discovered.

They hold a beauty unique, providing joy, and adventure.

As we scurry up the branches we are filled with awe and wonder.

I find beauty in my son's grin, his two front teeth missing, and a spark of humor in his eyes.

There is beauty in the laughter we create, in the playful banter my boys and I share.

The childlike joy that takes over in our adventures is a truly unmatched beauty.

My heart is deeply touched.

A beautiful sight I see, as my husband pours himself into taking care of his family,

a passionate display of his love.

His silliness is a breath of fresh air, and the goofiness he can't contain is a bubbling joy.

His hard work and perseverance are a gentle comfort.

I feel a beauty filled with depth in relationships and people.

There is pure beauty in love even with heartaches.

Appreciating true beauty comes through struggle, pain, and overcoming in the journey.

As well as in the mishaps and supposed failures.

I see beauty in eyes that go wide, in eyes that sparkle, and eyes that peak out bashfully.

I see beauty in the freckles that dance across two of my son's faces.

The way they become more concentrated is under the eyes and over the nose.

I see a spunky Beauty with wild hair that can't be tamed.

I know perfect beauty in imperfection.

Rarity gleaming by its right.

There is a profound beauty found in you.

You are unique, and all your features are your own.

You are breathtakingly beautiful because you're not something replicated over and over.

All of your likes, dislikes, cares, and passions. And quirks make you perfect.

Perfectly who you are meant to be.

You are beautiful.


© TrishHare