What beauty—
in the soil of humility
a life grows gently,
naturally,
maturing,
knowing just
who to be—oneself,
soft-hearted, open,
a strong soul
flourishing in love
and able to love,
lovely through and through.
What beauty comes
of roots one cannot see—
a seed of simple hope
will open up in joy,
opening up for all to see.
what beauty
by troy cady
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