Beauty
As the roses are in bloom
And the moonlight hits the trees,
The wind carries secrets
About how life's meant to be.
The gentle flow of water
Gliding over rocks
And the smell of small rain showers
In the morning, is pure luck!
For life's not always beauty,
Or the careless blow of breeze,
There are troubles that will seek you,
Put you in unease.
To look at nature's beauty
Is the story of my life,
For there's no need for living,
If all you have is strife.
So listen to the beauty,
She's calling everyday
And with an open heart and mind
Beauty'll come your way.
And the moonlight hits the trees,
The wind carries secrets
About how life's meant to be.
The gentle flow of water
Gliding over rocks
And the smell of small rain showers
In the morning, is pure luck!
For life's not always beauty,
Or the careless blow of breeze,
There are troubles that will seek you,
Put you in unease.
To look at nature's beauty
Is the story of my life,
For there's no need for living,
If all you have is strife.
So listen to the beauty,
She's calling everyday
And with an open heart and mind
Beauty'll come your way.