Beautiful is the sun that radiates against the green grass
Or the trees that shelter the brightly colored blooms.
It is the gentle breeze that blows against the reeds.
It is the warm air that encourages the birds to sing.
Beautiful is the song of spring that’s held in the heart.
It is the sound of children laughing.
It is the sound of a long earned sigh.
It is the feel of a job well done.
Beautiful is the smell of a rose
Or the touch of a lamb’s ear.
It is the aroma of barbeque in the air.
It is the first taste of sweet summer.
Beautiful is the sight I see in your eyes.
It is the brown that warms my heart.
It is the smile that you have for me when we’ve been apart.
Beautiful is you…
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Cynthia
of us travel; for it may change in many areas as we go along. And ugly may become beautiful as we grow older and realized that beauty in humans is really only skin deep for the eyes. It exists on a much deeper level for all of us, and what was beautiful to me at eighteen is not the same beauty I see at seventy. Really nice poem dedicated to someone who I know deserves the beauty you see. Bill Murray
The lady named after Hennry VIII Ship.
M*
Love your poem. Although my allergies wouldn't agree with some of this (lol) spring is my favorite season. Your poem is filled with many wonderful visuals.