Rising Beauty
The heart beats like a steady drum,
Bringing with it a childs laugh,
Down the road a dog barks,
As the wind whistles by,
Memorys of yesterdays storm litters the roads,
I stop to pick up a fallen branch,
Its leaves damaged and a little bent,
A caterpillar rests waking from its distrurbed bed,
A crack releases a blue butterfly,
Its wings pure and bright from the new suns light,
Then away with a whisper it flew away,
Leaving behind a new and beautiful day.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world