BEAUTY
Stranded on an island
all alone.
Mind gone crazy
wishing I was home.
The thing that would keep me alive is what most people need.
It's not what most would think to be important-
Not money or food or a deed.
I would need beauty.
Beauty that would light up my days and give me hope.
Stars above my head so large and bright I wouldn't need a telescope.
Birds to help incourage me along
and sing me a working-day song.
Flowers blooming feet from the sea shore.
that welcome bugs and animals galore.
Clear, warm waters that glisten in the sunset.
Long, relaxing days I will never forget.
I would choose beauty over a knife or a spoon,
Because being stranded with all this beauty,
I can pretend I'm away on my honeymoon.
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