Beauty And Nature Poem by Milova Matthias

Most times I marvel
At the wonders nature unravel
The magnificence of beauty
The admiration of everything pretty
The stars, the great meeting of constellation
Most times scanty, most times like a group of nations
The rapid speed of time
Eventually robs me of all that's mine
The blonde and her brown hair
Finally withers, leaving gray
If the moon stops coming up at night
Things would never seem right
Why doesn't fire and water ever meet
And rat and cat finds no time to greet
Nature is the beating of the heart
Beauty is the nipple on the breast
The dawn of the new day
The sunshine that always has something to say
The green on the grasses
The thorn on roses
And the hibiscus that grows in cemeteries