Beautiful minds that nurture good things,
Are the fertile soil for thoughts that bring
Inspiration and peace, love and refreshment,
Bearing the fruits of soothing encouragement.
Beautiful minds are cared for with each day
Trained to filter dross and dirt away,
Molded to be fine screens that carefully
Choose to think thoughts which are truly healthy.
Beautiful minds take years of discipline,
Time spent in learning to store wisdom therein.
For age can wrinkle the most pretty of faces,
But the beautiful mind becomes gold as it ages.
All Rights Reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.12.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And gold we are! very nice thanks