Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
A thousand lights cannot enrich like the sun reflected by a dewdrop on a Dahlia.
Pure
Unblemished
True
The flames of the forest ride the sky on their brown minions
Below lay crushed and mangled
Yet not without the hint of life and colour.
A thousand feet cannot rob it of its glory.
It may degrade
But never perish unacknowledged.
Our hearts may be broken a thousand times
But it will never be castrated enough to belie the joy of beauty.
