The Beauty Fades
The sky above me, beauteous and blue
The trees around, cheerful with tops of green
The rays of sol, a joyous yellow hue
With awe, I gaze at this fantastic scene
Although, no beauty can last endlessly
The bright colors dim into somber shades
Stiff brown leaves wither off decaying trees
And now, in the dark, the pulchritude fades
The sky above clouds into a grim grey
The trees bare their wicked branches like fiends
The rays of sol, no longer warm and gay
With terror, I gaze at this dreadful scene
It is time to rest, I shall be set free
The beauty is back, may it forever be.
Copyright © Omar Flores | Year Posted 2015
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