Beauty calls.

“Notice me,” she whispers. 

“I am here.

 I am all around.

I am in the rays of the rising sun

and in the oxygen of the air.

I am in the scent of the growing grass

and in the grand.

I am in the birds that sing 

and in the blossoms of spring. 

I am in the shadows

and in the storms. 

I am in the rainforests

and in the rainbows.

I am in the deserts

and in the dirt.

I am in the sand

and in the sky.

I am in the dark

and in the light.

I am in the sparkles

and the fright.

I am in the turmoil

and in the trenches.

I am in the confusion

and the care.

I am in the virus

and the vigil.

I am in the hospitals

and your home.

I am in the search

and the surrender.

I am in the loss

and in life.

I am in you.

I am outside of you.

I am here. 

I am you.

Notice me.”