Beauty is a fragile vine, broken from its source, shoved back into the earth, and growing anyways into something amazingly sweet.
Beauty is a tender plant, using its leaves to cover the young fruit.
Beauty is a plant's determination to grow despite all odds.
Beauty is a child singing in the rain while stomping through the mud puddles and dodging raindrops.
Beauty is seeing my family sleeping after a long day of working and a hearty meal.
Beauty is a mother clinging to God when she feels her world is crashing.
Beauty is in watching God move with and through the brush strokes of a true artist.
Beauty is life....
Life is beauty.