Beautiful Place Poem by Tracy Scheepers

If I just stopped to smell the roses,
I would see that this world,
is still a beautiful place.
The turmoil inside this world,
has placed a mask over my eyes,
And this beautiful place,
is passing me by.

Well, all this is changing.
My mask is finally fading.
I can smell the sweet scent of the roses.
There is no turning back.

I will climb the highest mountain,
Ride the biggest wave.
This mask will dissipate and,
I will finally LIVE in this beautiful place!