Something beautiful

When I look through my window, I see a brick wall.  There is trash in the courtyard and a broken bottle that looks like fallen stars. There is writing in the halls of my building.  On the front door, someone wrote the word Die. The teacher taught me the word in school.  I wrote it in my book. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.    Beautiful!   I think it means something that when you have it, your heart is happy. Excerpted from Something Beautiful by Sharon Dennis Wyeth All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.