Beauty - Poem by Jean Nabhan
A bird soaring upward in the sky
Winging its way to nest near by.
The dawning of a glorious new day
And the gorgeous colors of its display.
The robins first song will ever be
A time of expectation and beauty to me.
The cooing of a baby after being fed,
His sweet contentment as you tuck him in bed.
The first snowflakes that gently fall
And cluster near my garden wall.
The smile of a child, his face all aglow
Is the ultimate in beauty, all of us know.
The colors of the autumn leaves
And the panoramic splendor that it weaves.
In this world there's so much beauty to see,
It's found in the eye of the beholder --- you and me.
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