Beauty is... |
Beauty is made and grown, not manufactured It is not made with money on the mind It's when the closed bud decides to open for a friendly spring sun When the caterpillar returns from hiding with bright, shimmery wings Beauty is the piece of art made out of a blank canvas The elegant swan skims across a glittering lake The old gift that is falling apart but was crafted with love Any mantelpiece decorated with compassion A caring hug between two friends It's the time when the sun waves hello and goodbye with ribbons of color The confidence that shows when one is stared at by teasing eyes The connection a criminal feels towards the caged dove Sense of giving on special occasions Loving eyes of a new mother looking at her baby sleep Grateful smiles on the faces of starving children Relieved tears from a stranger's thoughtful assistance Beauty is a repentant tear at a church Wind blowing through a meadow of flowers The shine of a diamond promising love everlasting Beauty is to look into a mirror and see a person who is one in a million Some people don't notice beauty because they don't look around. |
Copyright by Karen Jones
Blueshore |
The sun casts streams of light lavender and soft orange as it dips lower in the sky Few stars sparkle in anticipation of calm night and in farewell to the sun half gone Clear ocean creates a reflection distorted by ripples but makes the sun whole A string of diamonds on the ocean lead from the beach to the sun Gentle breezes caress your face while they slowly drive each wave to the shore Each wave sighs when it mingles with the sandy plain The warm water washes over your bare feet Sand shines like gold flakes as it basks in the golden glow The sandy shore is firm under your fingertips Spots of long grass dance slowly in the salty air A short maple wood fence stands near the end of the beach and watches the calm scene Your ears catch the call of seagulls flying across the sun A cloud colored feather lands on the water, making minuscule ripples The feather slowly drifts over to you as if it had known you were there You gingerly pick it up and start feeling the leaf like veins Even for just for a moment, you believe everything in the world is right. |
Copyright by Karen Jones
Backgrounds by Marie