YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

And I’m walking on my way to the river and deploring having to walk roadside to get there with cars and trucks rushing by. Then, looking to safely cross over, I spot a large stately tree covered in pink blossoms, the beauty of it off setting my “road rage.” I stand under its perfumed bowers of peace and say: You are beautiful.

Continue walking and I’m on a residential sidewalk now. One of the properties shows a brilliant forsythia bush offering its yellow flowers to all and contrasting with the drab browns of winter. I say to it: “You are beautiful.”

Okay so now I have spoken out loud to a tree and a bush. I realize I’m nearly certifiable-feel like laughing but maybe people are watching.

I’m at the river, which gives its beauty freely and unselfishly. A delight to the senses. The riverbank also offers sanctuary to a variety of ducks and birds. I note the male mallards are sporting their brilliant bright green feathers, a sure sign of spring. A blackbird trills and flashes his red patches. Overhead a crow glistens in the sun, his ebony coloured feathers are striking with  their tones of violet blue. You are all so beautiful methinks.

A little further on, a Canada goose stands majestically among some shore grasses. A beautiful water bird, a symbol of Canada. So why do they want to kill a lot of you? I question and then realize the socially approved word is cull. Whatever. I silently apologize for mankind and say out loud – you are so beautiful.

Crossing the river, I encounter four deer munching on grasses. They ignore me but nature’s beauty is always beckoning.