There is no perfection

My love of nature defines me.
Even on my darkest days, a walk through the wilderness,
fills me with joy.

The wilderness not only gives me joy,
the wilderness also teaches.
Nature spreads out the lessons
when ever I ask the questions

One of the many things Nature showed me was,
there is no perfection.
All the fragments that make up the emense wilderness
are created with imperfections.

Every flower, every blade of grass has at least one flaw,
Every tree, every bush is created with imperfections
Perfection as it turns out is not beautiful.
It is the imperfections that define and create beauty.

And this rambling is definitely not perfection, it is just a rambling………..
A collection of imperfect sentences and words….
Which in time I will rewrite and change and delete in a humble attempt to create a near perfect paragraph……
Darlene M. Thompson. May 2009