The Realm of Beauty

Written by: Joe Inca

The realm of beauty I once Knew
Exists no more, it's remnants few

No harvest moon. No shooting stars
No lollipops, or chocolate bars
No Ferris wheels. No gentle breeze
No butterflies or apple trees
No lily pads. No ebbing tides
No summer days, or blushing brides
No rolling hills. No fields to sow
No rainbow skies, or mountain snow
No sun to shine. No clouds of cotton
and soon these things will be forgotten

The realm of beauty I once knew
Has left this place, so I shall too.