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You asked me, what I think is beautiful.
The way plant-life grows, invisible at most of the time, but when leaves or flowers start to pop up everywhere, all of us will notice the color in the world.
The way wind plays with dead leaves or dirt, tossing everything around, to give it all, a new place to rest.
The way waves crash and ebb, back and forth, upon the land, shifting and shaping the white sand on the beach.
The way clouds grow and form fantastic cloudscapes upon the sky.
The way the stars light up the night, when no lamp is on.
The way the moon smiles down upon us, thousands of miles away.
The way the rivers flow, digging their own road, through the sand.
The way animals play, alongside one another, when Spring arrives.
The way snow falls from the sky, to paint the world white.
But nothing, I know of, compares, to the lights dancing in your eyes, when I tell you, just how much, I love you.
The way plant-life grows, invisible at most of the time, but when leaves or flowers start to pop up everywhere, all of us will notice the color in the world.
The way wind plays with dead leaves or dirt, tossing everything around, to give it all, a new place to rest.
The way waves crash and ebb, back and forth, upon the land, shifting and shaping the white sand on the beach.
The way clouds grow and form fantastic cloudscapes upon the sky.
The way the stars light up the night, when no lamp is on.
The way the moon smiles down upon us, thousands of miles away.
The way the rivers flow, digging their own road, through the sand.
The way animals play, alongside one another, when Spring arrives.
The way snow falls from the sky, to paint the world white.
But nothing, I know of, compares, to the lights dancing in your eyes, when I tell you, just how much, I love you.
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