Beauty Can't Compete
Lingering rays of sunlight slowly die
as scarlet burns the sky, where clouds ignite.
And as the birds roost, bats begin to fly,
capturing elusive moths in mid-flight.
Luna hangs high in an ebony sky,
spinning dreams into beams of golden light.
And twinkling stars, like fireflies, in the night,
confetti the heavens, dazzling the eye.
Golden filigree, pinned to the darkness:
galaxies adorn the heavens above,
and shooting stars unzip the black of space.
Yet, Man stands unabashed, in His starkness,
for Nature's beauty; can't compete with love:
an emotion intrinsic to His race.
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