Beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, it comes from within, like the flowers of spring.
The moon hangs her light far above the night, the sun shines her light warm and bright for all to share, boasting of her pride, like a new bride!
The trees reach for the sky with their branches spread so high, stretching out so all can see the splendor bathed in green,
The darkness steals the light from the day with her strange creatures, so brave and full of gile and deceit, she is so proud of her gasley chill that all the people from the day hide until the light returns to chase away the strange scene!
The oceans so blue, full of the witches brew, so deep and cold hides her secrets so well, it's not until you reach out to them that you realize the facts, her beauty is solely a lie, based on the trickery, of the mirror, she steals her imagery from all the others!
A poem by Christopher L. Lisenbee