BEAUTIFUL

Her beauty makes the trees green with envy,

And the stars twinkle with jealousy.

Her beauty makes the sky blue,

And the ocean swell to.

Her beauty makes the moon wax & wane,

And the clouds cry with rain.

Her beauty makes the sunset red at night,

And the firebug blink its light.

Sad she makes these things,

Because they cannot compete,

With the beauty that she brings.

Beautiful,

She is to me.

More beautiful,

Than anything I shall ever see.

Her beauty,

The sun cannot outshine.

And I hope her beauty,

Will one day,

Be mine.

Beautiful is the word.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald

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