Appearances can be deceptive,
And to the superficial gaze
The outside seems dull and grey
Plain looking in many ways,
She opened a special Welsh Book
Given as a present from a Friend,
She daily set aside time to look
Upon those words which her heart did mend.
A Red Poppy basking in the radiant sun
Sees deer and rabbits hastily run;
They sense a storm in the breeze
And race for shelter under mighty Oak trees.
Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I just look upon her face
And no longer wear a frown.
A warm, clear turquoise sea
Is the stage of a beautiful scene,
A majestic stingray ballet
Paints a picture so serene.