The beauty of it all

                                            The Beauty Of It All You almost don't believe it the beauty of it all. Like it's something out of your favorite book. Even in the chill autumn air you feel warm in its rustic majesty. As the leaves sway lazily down from their mother tree you can't remember if it's nine o'clock or a quarter to three, because you got lost in the transcendent beauty of it all. What can compare out of all the wondrous creations of almighty God to the season of Autumn. The crisp air and the steady breeze the painted canvas of so many Black Forest trees it brings you to your knees as you take it all in, the beauty of it all. Laughter in the distance happiness abounds your stress is numbed by every pleasant sound. As you watch the gentle rain you give way to tears, when you realize you haven't felt this good in years and you thank Jehovah for the beauty of it all. The things you find this time of year are so very lovely, Solace in a cup of tea nirvana in a book something to be thankful for everywhere you look. You pity those who can't see the beauty of it all. Your love is stronger and it lasts longer in the beauty of it all. The freedom you feel but at the same time a deep sense of despair hidden behind euphoric happiness so you don't know it's there. You can find no words for your emotions as you ponder the beauty of it all. Your heart aches because you’ve no one to share it with. Your right hand holds your left as you cry in the beauty of it all.  You drift to sleep at night and when morning comes you wake up to this dream of reality in the beauty of it all. Outside the wind whips in wisps and gales in torrents, in the beauty of it all. leaves dance in their trance lamppost charms lead the way, you can't help but feel that life is better off this way. Take your time, it's not a crime to enjoy the beauty of it all. Watch the sunset breath in the last of its light, you know you can't fly but you feel as though you might. In this moment you understand Gods reason for creating man. It was so he could share the absolute,  incomprehensible, insurmountable, beauty of it all. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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