I come to meet You, God,
And as I linger here
I seem to feel You very near;
A rustling leaf, a rolling slope
Speak to my heart of endless hope.

The sun just rising in the sky,
The waking birdlings as they fly,
The grass all wet with morning dew
Are telling me I just met You.

And, gently, thus the day is born
As night gives way to breaking morn;
And once again I've met you, God,
And worshipped on Your holy sod.

For who could see the dawn break through
Without a glimpse of heaven and You?
For who but God could make the day
And softly put the night away?

-- Kartik Prajapati

Hardy, sturdy, picturesque,
The revered, old Cypress tree
Had stood for many years,
On its knoll beside the sea.

A focal point for cameras,
A subject for a brush,
A theme for poet's words,
A stirring stimulus.

A lone sentry in position,
With pride in all its limbs,
Tenacious and strong, the tree hung on
Through pounding rains and winds.

The old Cypress was a symbol
To folks along the coast,
Of stability and constancy,
Both good reasons to boast.

The birds flying around were happy
To know how secure their nests,
Each Spring they returned and rebuilt,
They loved that old Cypress the best.

Beneath its network of tangled roots
Burrowed squirrels and creeping things,
Protected, contented, and snug-as-bugs,
Untouched and living like kings.

No tree had been so admired,
Or been as respected as this,
Each generation laid claim to the tree,
And with pride declared ownership.

Nothing disturbed the old landmark,
No matter how hard nature tried,
Hurricanes, cyclones, or twisters,
The tree met each one and survived.

One day at the site of the treasured tree,
Appeared construction equipment,
A bulldozer, saws, and a crew of men,
And a sign that read, "NEW DEVELOPMENT."

Within the hour, the tree was gone!
This creation perfected through time,
That nature's fury could only enhance,
Or possibly make more divine.

The unsworn enemy of nature,
The silent foe of mankind,
Is poor, foolish man himself,
An aberration from God's design.

The photo, the painting,
The poetry ... gone!
The music, the history,
All now had moved on.

When the old Cypress left,
That's not all that died,
A part of man's heart,
And God Himself cried.

-- Kartik Prajapati

AUTUMN LEAVES

Warm breath upon cold window panes,
October's drawing boards,
Well-shaped peekholes making frames,
For little eyes to see outdoors.

Yellow leaves dance to the ground,
Mixed with oranges and reds,
Then brownish leaves come tumbling down,
Like crumbling ginger-bread.

The earth, it seems, changed over night,
To warming, nut-brown hues,
The bite at night ... a pure delight,
All signs that Winter's due.

Small, wary birds gird-up to leave,
Busy squirrels pack their nests,
Curling smoke from chimneys seen,
Earth withdrawing ... time to rest.

Not quite Winter, though Summer gone,
Fall leaves are nature's treasure,
The Lord's carpeting, laid down,
To bring small folk much pleasure.

The child in all comes out to play,
In those wondrous leaves of Fall,
With Winter just a day away,
Come quick ... before snowfall.

"Winter"

How softly now the snowflakes fall
To blanket Mother Earth,
When the Autumn days have ended,
And Winter's given birth.

The happy sounds of skaters drift
From a nearby pond
Where only yesterday, it seems,
Ducks swam peacefully along.

The frosty breeze that bites the nose
Prevailing everywhere,
But, oh, there is no doubting,
There's beauty beyond compare.

Each little yard's a feather bed
As soft as eiderdown,
The trees are draped with ermine wraps
And sparkling diamond crowns.

A cozy fire upon the hearth,
A cup of tea ... a friend,
Some toasty muffins to be shared.
A perfect Winter's blend.

I think God knew that we would need
The softness of the snow,
A time for quiet reflection
After Autumn's dazzling show.

--Kartik Prajapati

Beauty, unlike Love or Friendship or even Life, brings its own sweet reward. You don't have to bring Beauty into existence. You don't have to work at it. All that is required is that you appreciate it, as the poems you are about to read surely do.

These poems are about Beauty, but more than that they are about the appreciation of it. In nature. In people. In the situations that make up our daily lives.

Nature’s Beauty™ will preserve your flowers by freeze-drying and mounting them in a wide variety of attractive choices, including shadow boxes, glass cases, or frames with an acrylic dome. Fresh flowers are used for many special occasions, and freeze-drying is among the most advanced methods to preserve their three-dimensional beauty as a keepsake of lasting beauty. Our state-of-the-art equipment is even capable of preserving extremely delicate flowers such as orchids, daisies, and others.

As one of life’s most joyous events, a wedding comes with heart-warming memories for everyone who was there. And to help preserve those memories, Nature’s Beauty™ will create a lasting tribute including photos, invitations and other heirloom objects to compliment your wedding bouquet. What better way to remember your wedding for years to come?

As you tour this website, you’ll find useful information about the company, an explanation of freeze-drying and flower preservation, many design examples, FAQ’s (Frequently Asked Questions) and links to other wedding vendors in Orange County, California.

We all love compliments and Nature’s Beauty™ has received quite a few over the years from our customers and their families. We look forward to hearing from you, as well. Please email us with your comments.

Summer---By Kartik Prajapati

Summer is warm and full of life The birds are singing The butterflies are dancing The flowers are talking The wind is gently blowing The skies are blue People are playing The smell of honeysuckles is in the air Boats are floating Fish are jumping Kids are splashing Bees are buzzing for nectarines The days are longer The nights are shorter Summer it is full of life!