Beauty

Oh Scotland, your beautiful rivers keep me calm It’s like a painting that will keep you in awe The breeze speaks to me But it seems like I can only see People often think nothing much of it But I take in every last bit of it I sometimes wonder why I look at Scotland the way I do And I can only think of the way nature sees you All of the green and the flowers gives a sweet fresh smell like no other But I can’t imagine it without color. Am I the only one who can see the beauty? I soon after realize that it is only in the eye of the beholder. I slowly but gently put my soft hands over my kilt and just close my eyes and let my imagination just take over When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help to find a four leaf clover Once I picked it up from the blade of grass I asked myself Why did I walk straight pass?