Beauty is the awakening of a ripe day
spreading its luminous wings of ray,
it stretches warmth so none are alone
meets the darkest corner and coldest stone
Beauty is the rainbow colored flowers
dancing with open arms whilst they shower,
upon earth they whisper a delicate fragrance
and within all hearts spawn fresh romance
Beauty is laughter of a child running in the grass
green bed tickles feet and hands as she pass,
when she falls, from cuts and scrapes it smothers
nature�s affectionate touch just like a mother
Beauty is setting of sun as dusk takes flight
all our wishes play around the moon at night,
silence walks with peace as it lulls us to sleep
painting our grateful eyes with dreams to keep
Beauty is God in all his wonderment and grace
filling us with joy and love in every place,
each day he bless us with his earthly gifts
in each one leaves a message to raise our spirits
by Meena Krish
spreading its luminous wings of ray,
it stretches warmth so none are alone
meets the darkest corner and coldest stone
Beauty is the rainbow colored flowers
dancing with open arms whilst they shower,
upon earth they whisper a delicate fragrance
and within all hearts spawn fresh romance
Beauty is laughter of a child running in the grass
green bed tickles feet and hands as she pass,
when she falls, from cuts and scrapes it smothers
nature�s affectionate touch just like a mother
Beauty is setting of sun as dusk takes flight
all our wishes play around the moon at night,
silence walks with peace as it lulls us to sleep
painting our grateful eyes with dreams to keep
Beauty is God in all his wonderment and grace
filling us with joy and love in every place,
each day he bless us with his earthly gifts
in each one leaves a message to raise our spirits
by Meena Krish
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