Beauty bathes like a new born babe,
swimming into the world in a mother’s embrace.
Shinning like a light that quickly fades,
extinguished into nothing without a trace.
Beauty rests like a fresh, wet snow
blanketed over the frozen ground,
but with only the warning of the sun’s warm glow,
fades into silence without a sound.
For beauty’s not a crop for an idle harvester,
nor to be left blowing in the breeze,
but nurtured to life like the gardener –
love and patience worked and watered into seed.
Beauty…life…fragile like a world of glass –
all clutch onto lives doomed to pass so fast.
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