Passion

The clouds embraced us all. And the wind sang a song as snow had welcomed spring. It’s effect, more than small. A child’s joyous laugh, Nothing can replace that. But a pure soul is no better than one’s unpolished whole. Beauty can’t ever be hidden away, For even the moon sneaks into the day. Just so it can welcome us to the night, To Ensure us that everything’s all right. Beauty is there when you awake, And is also there while you sleep. But beauty is never oblique, Though sometimes it may seem opaque. When one sees the ordinary, One sees the beauty. In the air it speaks. In the rain it weeps. Everywhere, beauty seeps.