Beauty is many things. It is the sun rising above the timberline to give its light to a dark and waiting world.
It is the sound of a loved one’s voice when an eternity has elapsed since you last heard the familiar echoes in your heart.
It is the violet beside the road, the “Sweet Williams,” the rose petals and budding oaks in spring.
It is the voice of a friend when you need someone who understands.
It is a secret that the beholder of beauty must open not only his eyes but his heart if he is to see the total realm of beauty.
Beauty and love intertwine, like ivy across a trellis, the one depends upon the other as they stand out to be seen in all their splendor.
© Freeda Baker Nichols