" For the beauty of the world,
and for its deep pull,
for the mystery of it, & it's timing,
for it's deep, deep knowing."
{Once there were wolves}
~ gazed long on the splendors of the world
~ solitary beauty of the landscape
~ the deep repose of it's beauty
~ that exquisite delight, which awakens the fancy & leads to poety
~ a mind, so susceptible of whatever is grand & beautiful
~ all the exquisite influence of the hour trembled in their veins
~ to dream the dream of loveliness
~ for an illumined moment
~ a delightful harmony of the magical & the ordinary
~ the immensity of the moment
~ her heart soared at the sight of it
~ weaves a magic spell
~ all the wonder, all the worldly magic
~ how it must be to see only beauty in this world
~ every single thing radiated for a brief moment with extraordinary beauty, a daily grace
~ the world is full of possibility & fascination
~ to soak in acres of beauty
~ enchanted by the world & its sentiments
~ a blissful day arrives, soft air descends
~ exalted ordinary things
~ for a wild, magical moment
~ poetically beautiful
~ worlds of wonder
~ a beauty spoken with reverence
~ electrifying, its joy
~ of great, overwhelming awe
~ beauty & solemnity
~ in dazzling profusion
~ the most breath-taking wonder
~ ethereal & dreamlike
~ I let that beauty cast its spell
~ this was not the world, it was enchantment
~ I feel all the energy of the world
~ all the lovely color of our life
~ in this majestic place that had shaped her, defined her
~ there was beauty to this place, wild & unspoiled, vivid & sharp
~ to be winded by the grace of the world
~ filled with wonderment
~ breathing in the landscape & allowing it to be part of her heart
~ everything was silent, beautiful & serene
~ I am ravished with enchantment
{words collected from various sources}