It's miraculous when the clouds dissipate.
The forests regrow, and the screaming winds quiet and hesitate.
Time stands still, a million butterflies scurry about my abdomin.
When I'm elevated to a previously unforseeable elation.
Nothing else - neither war, nor peace - matters.
My thoughts, troubles, and dreams all cease their ageless battles.
In this moment I witness such a beauty that I am in awe.
Michaelangelo himself would have had the inspiration to supercede his best job.
Rains douse all fires, civil and wild.
Not such a joy could be duplicated by any child.
All this because you smiled.
Danny Wharton
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