High in the tree tops, on a leaf, a small droplet of water sits. As the wind blows this droplet drips. From the tip of the leaf to the palm of my hand it hits. I now sit and stare at this simple speck. Why is it that the most simple things in life contain such beauty? Of all the wonders on earth, why does this droplet create such awe? To appreciate real beauty we must stop and look. We must observe nature in its simplicity. For that is where true beauty is found.Birth sign: Pisces
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