What a Beauty-Full Life

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals Bathing in the early morning dew Beauty is in the eyes of a father When his son takes the first step Beauty is on the face of a baby, Sleeping in mother’s lap Beauty is in freedom, When you fly high on the wings of hope Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man When he gets food after eternity Beauty is in the pride of a teacher When his student supersedes Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee When he finds solace Beauty is in the innocence of a child When he asks you questions Beauty is in the sips of laughter, You share with your friends Beauty is in the springs of desire that arrive after a prolonged autumn Beauty is in the cry of a woman, Whose womb succeeds Beauty is in the silence, When you don’t speak, and you say a lot Beauty is in the warmth of passion That builds around the arms of a lover Beauty is when those small fights, End with tears of joy Beauty is when the first raindrop, Kisses your cheek Beauty is in perseverance, When the world’s showing off Beauty is in the enigma, When everything’s certain Beauty is in a poem, Where poetry meets prose Beauty is in little chunks of life, Filled with joys and sorrows Beauty is in your eyes, your heart, and in every single breath Beauty is when you say, “What a Beauty-Full Life...”