Beauty
The glare from the flames, and the colours that live there.
For beauty is a campfire, around it, the moments we share.
The smells, the sounds, of animals and flowers, the subtle warmth of the breeze.
For beauty is a walk through the forest, the peaceful, magical world, beneath the trees.
The tiny droplets that invade your glasses, the mist that rides on the air.
For beauty is in a waterfall, shall we get close, or do we dare?
Sitting in the grass, seeing the wonderous sights, and the star we just wished upon.
For beauty is a clear moonless night, watching the skies, till the break of dawn.
The campfire, the waterfall, and the star filled night, all filled with beauty, so very true.
But in comparison, they lack a certain lustre, for true beauty to me, is what I see, when I see you.
Written By: Mike Beleskey
schaiston "Micky"
- 16 years, 1 month ago