Saturation Poem by Smoky Hoss

Nothing wonderful lasts;
therefore I cry.
Cry, for beauty, found and lost.
The wild-wind of age's storm tears through life
taking the very best with it
to places unknown.
The sun comes up and out
at will;
new and wonderful things follow along.
I know not how for certain,
all I can conclude is:
the world is saturated
in eternal beauty.
I see it, now and then,
here and there,
through tears of joy
and thankfulness.