IT IS THERE

Beauty does a runabout 
Now you see it and now you don’t
Yesterday the shrub had
Crimson and yellow leaves
Some turning brown and
They glowed as the sun shined through
Today the shrubs have empty limbs
The forty miles per hour wind
Settled the issue if there was one
Nature is mystical
One season trying to start while
The last season is still holding on
We take what is given and look
For the beauty which may be
Of a different kind
The music orchestrated varies
From day to day
It whistles through pine trees
Blows leaves in all directions
Pushes waves to pound the shore
We hear what we cannot see
Look for what isn’t there and
Hope we are on the right path,
Come rain or come shine
We look for beauty in others
There is usually kindness 
Hidden under the mask of seriousness
We imagine spirits and angels passing by
Would love to have a conversation
It is all there, just waiting for us
To open up and recognize 
We try to figure things out and
Sometimes make discoveries
How deep is the ocean, another miracle?
How high the mountains we wonder 
When the flat path we try to walk 
Is like a mountain.  Immeasurable 
We wait in solitude for answers that
We should be out looking for
The challenge is great
The beauty of it all is worth the effort
It is there

Stanski
November 12, 2021