Simplicity is beauty to the unseeing eye.
It is release for the weary,
like color to gray skies.
Simplicity is a glowing beacon
from the shores of the unsettled sea.
It’s the sizzle of hot skin from damp, dewy summer breeze.
Simplicity is a warm wool scarf on a biting winter storm.
It’s a peppermint hot cocoa, rich and soothingly warm.
Simplicity is beauty to a masterpiece untouched.
It is a sloppy rainbow stroke of a toddler’s paintbrush.
Simplicity, to the complex, is a uniquely treasured gift.
It’s the simplest things in life that make us really live.
