Beauty

by Rachel A. Gold

The grass is green across the way
And flowers bright adorn the ground
Like jewels in their sets of green
With sentinel oaks on guard around

Light and shadow mingled lie
Dancing, playing, ceaselessly -
No foot has touched this mat of green
Or else trod lightly, furtively-

A butterfly is floating by -
On lovely, silent wings
And then, to make the scene complete
A happy blue bird sings.

Of beauty there can't be too much -
And beauty we should try to find.
For seeking beauty every where
Increases loveliness of mind.