Beauty is a tree - or a simple leaf with
its miracle of design...a hill fringed
with jade or bloom of columbine... Beauty
is a mountain of clean wind or a tumble-
weed, traveling free... a dew-spangled
cobweb or toil of a honeybee... Beauty
is rain, fresh from a laughing sky - or
silence, deep with untrodden snows where
frozen rivers sigh...Beauty is a chapel
with stained glass windows there...Beauty
is reverence in a softly whispered prayer.
This is a poem written by my Grandmother, Maude G. Booth. I will share often as her words are a treasured legacy and inspiration!