The Naive Fall Until They Open Their Eyes

Nothing compares to beauty; something sweet to the eyes as if it were a delicious candy, a simplicity that warms in a way that can't be explained through words. Beauty is in every day life, wether it is in a mother rocking her baby to sleep, rain sweeping across an open plain, the fresh sunrise after a dismal day before, or a bay mare giving birth to a palomino foal. Even though something can hold beauty, beauty holds a way to defend itself. Thorns breach the hand that tries to rip beauty from the earth, over powers the lies that are told through a familiar mouth. Should you try to remove beauty, beauty will protect itself; remain strong, and thrive will you shrivel.