Beauty is Where You Find It

green leaves tinged with red

Songs fill the air,
not a bird to be seen anywhere.
Just see what’s there.

6 thoughts on “Beauty is Where You Find It”

  1. Reminded me of a poem by Mervyn Peake. Perhaps you know it…


    I heard a winter tree in song
    Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong;
    When all at once it ceased to sing,
    For every leaf had taken wing.

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