Beauty in everything.

Beauty was never gone-

It waited for the moment you dared to truly see

Beauty was never gone-

it breathed in the pause between footsteps,

in the silver curl of smoke,

in the soft tremor of leaves that no one named.

It hummed beneath the ordinary,

waiting for a heart to linger,

to sense the quiet symphony

in the tremble of a single drop of rain,

in the fleeting warmth of sunlight on worn stone.

And only then

Did the world exhale its secrets?

folding the smallest things into a vastness

We had never dared to see.