beauty

this poem is dedicated to my great grandmother. she sees the bright side of everything. she sees beauty where you wouldnt expect it.

dark grey clouds draw near

water falls upon the peer

slowly it drops illuminated by bright white light

beauty within fright

the wind blows

the trees rustle

all the fallen leaves in the tussle

fear in beauty

fear in light

beauty upon what is thought a dreadful night

upon the window the trees shall move

dancing a dance that is not of doom

they laugh upon your frantic dance

they move upon the winds

they follow as you fall

they see all

bright colors within the dark driery night

what you fail to see

a beautiful sight

beauty is missunderstood

like the birds in the trees,

in the woods

 

Author's Note

plz ignore grammar and spelling

Reviews

[starwillow]

Zoe, this is great! Thank you so much for sharing!