I was walking the dogs today, Sunday morning, in the heart of Loynton Moss woods. There was a mass of bluebells and little pink flowers I know not the name of.
It struck me how different this little world was from ours. Here the flowers held their beauty with modesty. They did seem not care if they were not seen by masses of human eyes.
In our society, beauty seems to be nothing unless it is flaunted. Beautiful people (and I use the word in its popular sense) have to be seen. At clubs, on the TV, in the papers, anywhere to get noticed.
How lovely it was, in the woods, to see modest beauty.
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