Nature's Gift
No need, the vanity of life
No need the silly, foolish quest
’Tis not a contest or a feat
To contemplate which one is best
For beauty lives within the mind
And so its shape or hue may change
It’s value is no more, no less
For one it’s real, for one it’s strange
The color of the world we know
The gentle grace of its delight
That beckons us to touch the love
Grows lovelier with every sight
To celebrate with nature’s gift
With every gaze that I suppose
Would never choose between the two
Between the Cardinal and the Rose
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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