Beauty in Nature.(a poem inspired by fellow writers)(and a sneak peak at The Note Pad)

The trees are bare,
They grow all year long and build,
Build an arsenal of beauty to show the world,
Of colors and shapes that not only define the landscape,
But define the hearts and minds of those who witness it,
Those lucky enough to witness such beauty,
Some do not see its relevance,
But I do.
I see the beauty in all things.
Like the one tear drop,
On the face of innocence.
Like the single strand of hair,
Falling through the air.
Like the calm gust of air,
On a hot sunny day.
And the colors on the branches,
Of the hard working tree.