Maybe it’s the way the sparrow unfurls its wings and glides through the skies quietly.
Maybe it’s the way the waves of the ocean overlap each other as they compete to hit the shore.
Maybe it’s the way the clouds move in the sky; softly yet dangerously.
Maybe it’s the way the gentle breeze flutters the crisp, green leaves that decor the branches of a tree.
Maybe it’s the meadow of flowers that dance with the wind, their scent carrying out to the world.
Maybe it’s the way the sun rises and sets; a simple action leaving behind a plethora of vivid colors and memories.
Maybe it’s the rain drops that hit against your window, gloomy, yet relaxing to the touch.
Maybe it’s the moon whose gentle rays of light shine down through the windows as you sleep soundly, the light serving as a blanket of comfort.
Maybe it’s the way the mother glides throughout the house tending to ever small and major need.
Maybe it’s the way the man’s fingers handle the paintbrush as it effortlessly projects its unique yet sentimental creation.
Maybe it’s the way the woman’s fingers fiddle with the strings of the harp as the glorious melody is carried out to the ears of millions across the world.
Maybe it’s the way the scholar preaches his morals as his tongue reflects on his character whilst his mind is a replica of an encyclopedia.
Maybe it’s the way the Earth tilts on its axis as it rotates to show off its beauty.
Maybe it’s the way diversity intermingles in every public place.
Maybe it’s the individual itself-a creation of the Almighty that becomes the epitome of ‘grace.’
Gracefulness is a trait that has been blessed to every single creation both living and dying.
Let us not take advantage of that gracefulness, but learn how to appreciate it.