Smell The Wind

a frown here, a frown there, and unsurprisingly a frown over there too

yet the sun is shining, the breeze carries a scent of leaves;

true, flowers are begining to see the end of their year,

but snow follows shortly after- all death brings with it new life.

the beauty of life is not found in physical attractions but rather in the momentum of change.

surly moods kill the flowers quicker and slow the onset of the snow.

don't frown because there is bad in the world, smile because

you were able

to witness

a change

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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