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?
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