Friday, March 20, 2009

Beauty Is...

I felt like writing a composition on Beauty and I was wondering If you could read it and comment on it for some constructive criticism. Some of you might have seen some form of this composition, but I've changed it a bit.

Beauty is (insert fitting word that I have not found yet)

Shhh.

Listen.

The trees murmur and whisper to each other as they sway their leaves in a rhythmic dance that bestows tribute to the wind. They shiver in inhuman ecstasy as they tell stories that no one hears. I listen to the hidden voices play their music.

One leaf isolates itself from its mother branch; it falls, twisting and turning, catching itself upon the zephyr, riding upon it. It silently, gently, floats upon the ground, accepting its fate, staring at the ground, waiting. I admire its courage.

The sky is cloudless, the purest shade of light sapphire. It almost seems to burn my eyes in its unfailing purity. I feel insignificant against the sage witness of history. I wonder. Does it remember when it had been filled with the gunshots of war; does it remember days of simple happiness and peace?

The breeze gently flutters my hair, affectionately stroking my cheek. It gently envelops me-cool, calming, like an invisible cloud. Chills crawl down my back in rapture. I close my eyes and reach for the wind with my fingertips.

My bare feet dip onto the cold ground, and they go forward. I know they are under my mute command. It seems impossible not to appreciate the insignificant speck that dots where I am standing. Every breath I take is a miracle. Life is a miracle.

The water from my pond ripples from the wind. Circle after circle, line after line. It arches and twists, graceful and smooth. Every gentle puff of wind makes a difference. I watch them elegantly carve their portrait.

A fountain resides in the middle of my pond. From it water drops are thrown into the heavens, sparkling, winking in the reflected light of the sun, falling, and then they are gone. I watch them perform their ballet.

I unlock the worn door of splendor. I hardly dare to breathe in the horror that I may send myself hurtling back through the door, never to return. But I don’t.

For one moment, time freezes and everything softens into a dewy mellowness. Colors blend, and I realize—This is beauty.

Hope you like it!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

some random things for a start

Yay! I've just started blogging!!! And I have no idea what to write! I was thinking that I use this blog to update my friends on mehlife when I move to New Jersey! I finally found out where I"m going for Spring Break. I'm going to New Jersey to look at houses. I've found some great ones with my dad and stuff lak that but i've learned that you can't have EVERYTHING that you want in a house. That sucks but oh well. My math homework is so fusturating right now! I'm so bored of it and I can't believe it's actually 9:21! time flies. Demi Lovato is so pretty! sorry i was looking at pictures of her in my awesome Google Sidebar. I'm now proudly updated on her show "Sonny with a Chance!" I watched the episodes I missed on Megavideo. Great place. Its free. However, I'm not that really crazy about the show's name, though its awesomely funny. I had to giggle quietly cause i didn't want to disturb mah parents.
I forgot to mention how clean my house is! I still have not found a single friend that can come look at my beautifully shiny and empty and clean house. I feel kind of sad, too, cause it's a visible sign that reminds me that I"m going to move. But I don't try to worry myself over those kind of thoughts. That brings me back to that phrase "Time flies". I asked my mom ( by the way, she found/accepted a job in New JErsey) whether I could throw a huge farewell party for all my friends but she was like, "yeah michelle go do your homework i guess you can."
Well, I'll post later. Probably every weekend. I have to finish my math homework. =)