And then the first snow fell, and I thought this must be the prettiest season. Glistening, large flakes descended peacefully from the sky. Smooth, crystal white snow evenly covered all surfaces. Nothing is more beautiful than falling snow.
And now spring is here and as I walk underneath the blooming cherry blossom and dogwood trees, the softest wind can blow the fragile petals from their limbs, showering the earth. When a large gust blows an entire row of the trees, there is nothing more beautiful than falling petals, swirling to the ground, emitting a heavenly scent.
When summer arrives, I know I will be stunned by its’ beauty as well. The lush, green grass, the warm sun, and an occasional thunderstorm. What could be more beautiful than cool rain, falling from the sky to quench the earth?
One thing is for certain however, beauty and wonder fall year round, like blessings from the sky.
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