red. life.
i wonder how many storms this little umbrella weathered?
i wonder how many people it protected for so long?
now it lies on the side of the walk
rejected
discarded
bent and broken
but you know?
it may look that way...
its function has been altered by wind,
its function has been altered by wind,
by nature's elements
but
but
it still radiates red beauty.
there's more life even if there is brokenness.
maybe even more than you know.
more than you know.
7 comments:
maybe it was mary poppins! :) nice thought about it though, it's interesting to consider the random objects in everyday use and the stories they could tell.
Love the sentiment here.
Oh, how I love red. I currently have a bright red streak going through my hair in front.
THe color of life...
We live in a disposable society...people, things. If we're not careful (me), I'll dispose of myself, too.
Very true.
The brokenness IS it's beauty, and it's life.
I like her ^^^
:-)
great thoughts and words Dana Sometimes you also have to pick off some dirt and bits and pieces for the true beauty appears.
Hope all is well
Hi Dana. Catching up on all your beautiful writing.
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