OF CONSTANT BEAUTY
The glory of nature overwhelms me.
Mountains rise through the skies
flecked with the vibrant hues of autumn,
colors warm, bold and inviting.
And peaking between them,
a line of steadfast green,
the pine tree's response
to the ongoing changes around it.
The seasons never die.
They merely go into hiding.
After the forest sheds it cloak,
it withdraws into itself,
to rest and renew,
until the time comes again to
bring forth new buds and new colors.
Waiting for every transformation
rewards and comforts those who watch.
Nature's evolution reminds us that beauty
is not limited only to what can be seen,
but to what thrives in the silence within.
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