Poem - True Beauty. Poem by David Boyce

POEM - True beauty.

When the mist is on the valley hills,
And the sun begins to rise,
As the children who were fast asleep,
Start to open up their eyes.

When the dew drops on the leaves,
Bead and start to fall,
When the early morning birdsong,
Start giving out their call.

When the morning breeze is cold,
And the air you breath is crisp,
You look along the valley,
Watching the rising mists.

We often fail to notice,
All the natural beauty that's around,
When the mist rises along the valley,
And dew settles on the ground.

This keeps our plant life and trees watered,
Turning most a vibrant green,
In weeks the budding flowers will bloom,
When the true beauty will be seen.

Written by David Boyce
04 June 2024