Dancing Under the Sun
Colors everywhere,
Hidden beauty shining through,
It’s a kaleidoscope of wonder,
Beauty in the smallest of things.
I see a bee,
Buzzing from flower to flower,
Providing more than it looks like,
Creating more beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And my eye sees much beauty,
The tiny things and details,
Hidden to make one big picture.
The picture of beauty,
A mosaic of life,
Dancing under the sun.
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