Poem: There Is Beauty in All I See

There is beauty in all I see—
The whispering grass, the leaning tree,
A raindrop clinging to the pane,
The silver hush before the rain.

A child’s laugh on a passing breeze,
The golden hush between the leaves,
The crack in walls where flowers grow,
The moonlight soft on streets below.

There’s beauty in a wrinkled hand,
In footprints left upon the sand,
In quiet eyes that’ve known the cost,
In hearts that grieve what they have lost.

A shadow stretched across the floor,
The creak of time in old wood doors—
These little things, they speak to me:
Of life, of love, of how to be.

I’ve learned to look, not just to glance,
To give the world a second chance.
Even in sorrow, even in pain,
There’s something still that will remain.

So when the day feels dark or small,
I breathe and try to see it all.
And sure enough, it comes to me—
There is beauty in all I see.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty