Life is hard but tis a gift as well. The gift is more than life, it is the beauty of nature itself. The way nature doth appear it does take my breath away to breathe into the breeze. The way nature blooms gently into a bursting beauty. The gift can not be described but experienced instead. The gift was given before we saw light in our eyes. We merely watch the gift continue to unfold beautifully. As the night brings stars to light the sky, nature can still be shy. The silent skyline waves goodnight as sunset turns into night. Just my eyes opening to see nature's sight is the beautiful gift of life.
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Virginia Worthington
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