The Beauty in Things

I want to get back to
A place and a time when
I could see the beauty
In things.
To see
A tree and appreciate
All that it is
And all that it took to be.
The leaves, branches, and bark-
Was it a child, and a family
Planting on the side of a
Street, with a seed
To see the green grow?
Or maybe it was the people
From the city or town
Trying to make a place
For the pride of those that reside
Here. To look up in time,
And be glad that
This is where they are.
Or was it the wind
That blew and with it
Passed life and found
New roots.
So much amazement
in the things that are.
That exist to be
And to be seen
By all of us.

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