Beautiful World

The world is a very different place at 3:47 am on a Tuesday. Silent. Peaceful. Innocent. Breathing in it's few precious moments of solitude. Offering it's sanctuary to anyone willing to pay its toll. but how do you put a price tag on watching the trees rise up into the sky, above the buildings, to dance in the clouds. In the chaos of daily life we often miss the natural beauty. How could it be that we live in a world where living makes life ugly? So hideous that you have to cover your eyes and look away. So painful it tears at you from the inside just knowing it exists. I just want to live in a beautiful world.