That's Where I'll Find It
The beauty of life is
all rooted in its simplicity,
much like the way the spider web
interlaces itself so cleverly around
the branches and
how the dew-drenched leaves
give dance to a ray of light.
Life's allure is baked in the sun
where the grass hits the tree and
it rises with the words of the bird's song.
It is rolled through the oceans, where you
might find my feet, and is painted
through the footsteps in the sand.
You'll find it coated through his laugh,
where joy becomes our common language
and time is only a figment of our imagination.
It glows from the evening where I tanned in
summer bliss, after dozing in solace under a palm.
It will wrinkle my hands and give me scars
to show me that I have lived, and it will be
in every part of every thing that has ever reached me.
And when the harmony of spring arrives, that's where I'll find it.