Standing here looking,
  marveling at being free,
there is beauty in the air,
  the ground, the sea;
nature so colorful,
  autumn most beautiful of all,
vibrancy of spring,
  bring color back to fall.

Birds, bats, butterflies -
  floating on the air,
reminding us we are free,
  like wind through your hair;
standing at the summit,
  air so still,
praying beauty continues,
  this too your will.

She returns again,
  petite and fragile is she,
tossed by a gentle breeze,
  no bigger than a flea;
Pygmy Blues,
  she's known in her homeland,
so far from here,
  so gently sitting in my hand.

Yet another,
  big as the Eiffel Tower,
flapping his wings,
  great with power;
known as Birdwings
  of Melanesia,
to see him in flight,
  causes hysteria.

Both distinctive,
  beautiful both are,
viewed up close,
  or from afar;
my hope -
  you'll know the beauty of,
the width, heighth,
  and depth - God's love.
   ©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr.