PerAnnum
12-13-2005, 03:19 PM
I've sat in this exact spot countless times. I've looked out that same window for years, yet I've never seen the beauty that looms there until today. She peaks to me, the old oak, and tells me of tales and stories she been a part of. She's watched little children grow old; she's heard laughter and witnessed tears. She's felt the climbing claws of frightened kittens, and drank in the clutches of little hands. She has seen time, and watched this life take its tole, yet sits in beauty.
The sky through this window is as blue as it ever was, and yet I missed the brilliance of it's color. I can see the different shades of green and brown as the ivey makes it's way up the trunk of the old pine, threatening his very life. I have seen beauty and forgotten what it looks like. I have witnessed life in all its grandeur and walked away, heart empty, as a woman who has seen nothing. A woman without beauty. A woman without life.
But now as I sit, I can hear life. I can hear the heartbeat of beauty. The beauty that lives deep within me. The beauty witch lives deep within the very nature that surrounds me. I hear the silence, and it is beautiful. I am beautiful. The old oak of my childhood... is beautitful.
The sky through this window is as blue as it ever was, and yet I missed the brilliance of it's color. I can see the different shades of green and brown as the ivey makes it's way up the trunk of the old pine, threatening his very life. I have seen beauty and forgotten what it looks like. I have witnessed life in all its grandeur and walked away, heart empty, as a woman who has seen nothing. A woman without beauty. A woman without life.
But now as I sit, I can hear life. I can hear the heartbeat of beauty. The beauty that lives deep within me. The beauty witch lives deep within the very nature that surrounds me. I hear the silence, and it is beautiful. I am beautiful. The old oak of my childhood... is beautitful.