Morning spread its arms, embracing all. The sun's rays entered the woods, penetrating the trees, straight as arrows. Buds opened into flowers as the rays kissed them good morning. Dew drops shone on the green leaves, looking like diamonds embedded in an emerald stone. After enjoying their glory for some seconds, the dew drops vanished into eternity. The lake water flowed gently, allowing the sunlight to reach the depths of the lake to wake up the aquatic life. The rustling leaves seemed to provide a soft music while the singing was provided by the birds. The lake water too, at intervals, joined the leaves in the nature's song. Like every day, morning proudly revealed its beauty with panache.
Somewhere, on the soft, brown earth, a black scorpion killed an innocent insect. While it feasted on its prey, the insect's blood fell on the soft earth, drop by drop, wetting the earth.
Everyone would choose the morning's beauty over that scorpion's gruesome act because none looked closely to realise that where the scorpion killed the insect was the very same earth where morning danced to nature's song.
Because few know that beauty resides along with ugliness.
Because few know that beauty and ugliness are the same side of a coin.
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