14 June 2012
The beauty of it all, Coexistence with ease. The roar of waterfalls, And the coolness of the breeze.
It sparks a sense of wonder, On how our was home made, In all of its splendour, Was it created without aid?
I sit up at night and think, While admiring the stars, Never wanting to blink, How do we know this world is ours?
Rest on the beach, Listen to the ocean, With its own form of speech, What keeps it all in motion?
A wonderful world we live in, To protect it is our duty. We should do it with a grin, As we admire all the beauty.
Beauty • Opuss № I