IRONY

 

I find it quite ironic that as I sit here in the mountains listening to the birds

How they only sing in melodies…they never sing in words.

Yet if I try to explain my feelings when I hear the singing of the birds…

All I have at my disposal…is the spoken or written words.

Which makes me wonder why I even try sometimes…because often I’ve conceded

to capture the beauty that surrounds me…no words are ever needed.

Beauty is personal…when we look upon something beautiful

there are subtle differences between the beauty we both see..

and I wonder if that’s exactly the way our creators meant for it to be.

 

The beauty nature creates for us…like the singing of the birds…

is meant to be felt individually within our hearts…

It was never meant for words.

Sunsets, flowers, trees, lakes, rivers, rainbows 

clouds, summer rain, snowflakes…a distant thunder

Are meant to stir emotions in us

are meant to make us wonder.

We know how we feel when we experience love in any of it’s forms…

the sounds of a baby’s laughter

A kiss, a touch, a smile…a look

And how these feelings linger ever after…

Moments when the family’s all together…if only for a little while

is like watching the sun rise in the morning…it’s meant to make you smile.

There are so many moments in life that are beautiful in and of themselves…

moments that happen every day…

where the beauty of that moment is all we need…

where words only get in the way.

So many moments meant to be experienced…in silence…individually

and the fact that I’m using words to describe these moments…

Well…therein likes your irony.