Beauty

         She sat, completely absorbed in what she was doing. Her movements were slow, deliberate, graceful. The ribbon in her hand was being coaxed into a beautiful rose. The silky material looked so foreign in her calloused hands. Her short brown hair framed her face as the sun gently caressed it. A touch of pink softly highlighted her cheeks. Tiny freckles dotted a small nose. Her lips, a perfect shade of natural pink, were pursed with concentration. Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, were fixated on her hands. They were soft but stubborn, intense and mysterious, as if they were hiding a serious secret. All this combined to form such beauty that one couldn't help but stare in wonder at the lovely angel before them.