OBSERVATION OF BEAUTY

All people are hereby informed that:

Sunlight will enter today,

stretching across hills and fields,

turning dew into a thousand small lanterns.

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Leaves will tremble, not from fear,

but in polite acknowledgment

of the breeze passing through.

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Birds will conduct their morning councils,

each song a report of color and movement,

each wingbeat a formal declaration

that the sky belongs, for now, to them.

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Rivers will comply with gravity,

curling and glinting,

reflecting clouds that have no authority

but insist on drifting anyway.

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Be advised:

Flowers will appear without noticing.

Do not attempt to catalog them all.

Their fragrance will issue reminders

that attention is the proper response.

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Every person is required to notice:

Shadows will lengthen and retract

with precision,

yet always surprise in the way they stretch

over paths, ridges, and hidden hollers.

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Each person is instructed to breathe deeply,

to allow air to fill unclaimed spaces

and report back to the heart

the precise location of joy.

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No enforcement measures exist for beauty.

It may fall on your shoulders

like sunlight through branches,

or slip along a winding trail.

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Finally, take note:

Time, though relentless, can be patient here.

Step slowly.

Watch carefully.

Remain aware that for every day observed

in proper attention,

the world will issue its own commendation.

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This concludes the daily nature report.

Failure to comply will result only in

a mild ache of longing,

easily remedied by stepping outside.