Rising Beauty

The heart beats like a steady drum,

Bringing with it a childs laugh,

Down the road a dog barks,

As the wind whistles by,

Memorys of yesterdays storm litters the roads,

I stop to pick up a fallen branch,

Its leaves damaged and a little bent,

A caterpillar rests waking from its distrurbed bed,

A crack releases a blue butterfly,

Its wings pure and bright from the new suns light,

Then away with a whisper it flew away,

Leaving behind a new and beautiful day.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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