Beauty is one thing
But from where does it deprive
It’s always surrounding us
How does it survive?
This beauty is lovely
It has no physical form
Yet it flabbergasts me so
Every time it transforms
What is it?
Why am I addicted to this?
This amazing splendor
That makes me reminisce
I even feel it
When I’m in the dark abyss
It keeps me company
And I know it exists
This beauty is what I’ve wanted
It is called Nature
Its here year round
And it is my creature
It is snow,
Rain, hail, and ice
It is always the beauty
And always concise |
Submission Name: Nature
