The Beautiful Picture - Poem by Amber Glistener
I'm searching for the beauty of the ages,
something so perfect and so fine,
a treasure and a pleasure,
the best throughout all time.
There is no place I can find it,
except within my mind,
its not something that can be glimpsed,
by just any old Clementine.
Imagination is the key to find this noble sight,
the only being that could outdo it,
isn't one of us here,
but our creator with a great whit.
To envision this wonderful experience,
a dreamer you must be,
with a world confined in the depths of your mind,
just one thought could be the key.
Its something far greater than the beauty of a maiden,
or the wonderful light shows,
or the clothing in your stores,
or the gifts that you need so much found in shop windows.
You need not be the smartest or the wisest,
to poses such a power,
is only needed to climb the tower.
The weariest may have it were as nimble may not,
that is not to say that either of them do,
that is not to say that either of them don't,
both the old and the young may have it too.
Such a grand picture everyone sees,
but only those who can,
may see it's true beauty,
which goes way beyond man.
That beauty is found be one in particular,
in the sea and the rocks,
in the dew on the morning grass,
by the time on the clocks.
This picture is big,
way far better than in roses,
it's just out there waiting,
for those to look beyond their noses.
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