Jeff Rushton

The beauty of life lies not in its purity or perfection

The beauty of life stands tall and with great attention

The beauty of life moves in all directions, always forward,
Some times in contradiction

The beauty of life drives man to survive with all of the power horses can contrive

The beauty of life jumps to all levels of delight
Great and ornate to a very placated state

The beauty of life flies with weightless wings
Dreams that keep us aflight because of their
Reality and possibility to become means.

The beauty of life rises after every fall, always
Toward the end of the furthest star in the
Most distant constellation, infinitely far.