Beauty

There is beauty in my morning walk, before the sun arises, before the city awakens and noise fills the air with the sounds of the busy day.

There is beauty in the silence as I walk along the city streets and immerse myself in these quiet moments before the day begins.

There is beauty in the trees standing bare against the morning sky, still glorious in their stature despite the loss of their lovely leaves.

There is beauty in the gathered leaves, arranged in orderly piles along the street, as colorful as the Christmas lights on the eaves of the houses that I pass.

There is beauty in the birdsong, awakening all around me like a band tuning their instruments before the concert begins.

There is beauty in Your nearness, walking beside me in these thin places of the morning.